covering the plainess
i give them cardigans with buttons
and sometimes dots
i looked out yesterday at the rain
on and off all day
covering the plainess
i give them cardigans with buttons
and sometimes dots
i looked out yesterday at the rain
on and off all day
think i heard a night jar
up the valley here.
it was a quiet night except
for that.
we have the window open now.
last time this way there was blood
dripping
fortunately
there was a handkerchief to staunch it
this morning it felt quite like autumn
their house was
down by the stream that
ran the side of the road
nice little house.
who knows what goes on there.
single house
little house
with
pale pink
the village remembered
there were blue skies
we went by bus
it is a complex thing
to work out the best
thing to do
way to be
sometimes is best to do nothing
wait and see
let it be
some mornings the air feels clearer
than others
across the village a dove turtles and coos
while lorries pass on the bridge
days left,
three voices
rise, until just one is heard
there is always something
which is often nothing
to worry about
stressing over imagined happenings
which don’t occur
she came worried about monkey pox
so made her ordinary tea
the next day I travelled up
walked the streets and saw
the stories there
for a change
the voices rise
the summer house is gone
destroyed some years back now due to health and safety fears from the new owner
who was opening the house back up for holidays
i suggested that i could relocate it
yet they burned it, the pretty thing with all the imagined memories
i have a modern one gone faded now
then i wonder if she wanted to see my brother instead