it is a headstone
in the graveyard
out back.
i think it is a wreath.
the circle turns.
it is a headstone
in the graveyard
out back.
i think it is a wreath.
the circle turns.
there is a house in the middle of the hill.
while those folk run up and down the road early
others in town wear black.
i saw you laying on the sand, winded. no heart marks left.
i ask if you will die in the sun so strong.
you did not answer. the tide was out.
it did not feel hot yesterday,
windy maybe and i got burned.
i watched the sea swell
and ebb.
i returned you had not moved, sand stuck, flies came.
i could no longer see through you
you beauty.
later that day an adder passed by on the path.
i wonder if you are known as bill like he was.
you talked about your creator and bill was mine,
& my mum.
i have talked about them before.
i feel that nature was mainly mine, not love nor purpose
as far as i can tell.
you said i listened and so i did, about life and war , power and politics
and i was sad.
sad when you mentioned the first and then the second war. cried inside
when you talked about the bloody bombs on japan.
you suggested our histories william, while i was listening and you shook my hand
on the width of the old stones walls.
where i live.
i understand your faith by bike abroad, and when asked if i believe
in our ressurection and the life to come,
i said no.
i read the bible. past tense.
little folk you said you like, i ask if you mean faeries and find you spoke of the ordinary
as do i.
i knew things would work out while i waited for the bus.
later that day i studied the timetables.
brock.
the badger was dead by the side
of the road.
walking,
i passed the other side.
returning on that side i stopped to look.
it did not smell.
it was just dead.
brock.
above
tiny little bird
holding one seed.
the trees were dead along the road.
some one sings.
the wren.
i found you stranded.
held you , hugged you.
felt the weight of your body.
felt your fin.
there.
i took you to the water
and lay there with you
hoping it would save your life.
they are asking in the village if the pub is open yet.
i question have they called by to ask?
they are asking in the village if the pub serves food.
have they popped in to ask & to see the menu?
they are saying in the village that the front needs tidying
as does the car park.
i ask the folk in the village if they will tidy their own place
and to be glad the pub is open again.
i called in to a lovely guided tour and a warm welcome.
let us not be so critical. tyn y groes.
yes i did.
each spring
before easter came
she bought me a new cotton dress in m&s.
st margaret.
a bigger size
taken up, tucked in with
room for growth.
the next year it was second best for school
taken down , let out
and fading in the summer holidays.
the jackets were my brothers.