I am sitting in front of The Zetland Arms listening to a Leonard Cohen song
Dance Me to the End of Love rolls gently across the beach and dies quietly in the gentle breeze
You are sitting on a memory bench looking out to sea
We exchange no words but I know that you are thinking of me
I have crossed the wide beach towards the white cliffs
In my hand I am carrying a camera
I turn frequently and record your likeness
As I get further away you become a shadow almost hidden by the drunken sea
You cannot see me
But you are always in my view
Two horses are being ridden in the shallow waves
As they break on to the sloping beach
They cause little disturbance
You are watching the horses but thinking of me
I am hidden from view
With a whiff of cruelty I have positioned myself directly behind you
Only a partition of light bushes separate us
I note your quiet distress but do not reveal myself
Until you turn
You mutter a light profanity and grab my hand
And lead me along the dusty sea path
Land Muse
On clay hoof the easy paced horses made their way through the muddy fields
July had surprised everybody by being wetter than expected
The warmer weather had lingered for a while in the southern counties
But was soon cloaked by the grey clouds that arrived on the west wind
Aurora the goddess of the dawn was loved by Tithonus
In return she gave him immortality
But not eternal youth
In time he grew old and withered
But he could not die
Aurora however was unable to take back the gift she had given him
When they were young lovers
August
August is the assassin’s month and as soon as the month arrived I began planning my next task
A year had passed since my last assassination and I knew that the authorities were expecting me
The large houses on the main street provided me with ample cover as I prepared my rifle
I am just a simple labourer ploughing these fields
You will eat because of my efforts today
My home is in these fields
I live nowhere else
Leave me to plough these fertile fields and you will not starve
The soldiers with the decorated skin then left me to complete my day
The Purple Sash (Dream Stories Dover)
I was walking with the Queen and one of her dogs on the southern downs
After about an hour we passed a Spanish woman in a white cotton dress
She had a deep purple sash hanging from one of her slender shoulders
Our visit seemed to surprise her and she wept for a while
The Queen took pity on the poor woman and comforted her
In return the woman gave me the purple sash to commemorate the day
Nine Wooden Doors in Sandwich Kent
I am sending you a postcard which shows nine doors of various designs that can be found in the small town of Sandwich in Kent
One of the doors is the entrance to the house of the Widow Roberts
Does she still live at number sixty-two?
She has never lived at number sixty-two
Then advise me of her door do that I may visit her when I am next in the town
You will find the Widow Roberts if you ignore the first six doors and lay waste to the seventh
You talk in riddles my friend
Believe me the postcard is as good as any map and I know that the good widow will be very pleased to see you
Good luck and please note if reach the ancient Barbican then you have travelled too far and will have to retrace your steps
On the morrow I will contact the Widow Roberts and advise her of your unusual visit
The Poetry Field
I can sense your conspiracy
Hidden the deep luxury of my field
Hark
Be silent
The emperor now approaches
Ita feri ut se mori sentiat
The Imprisonment of Celina S
She ran through the long halls that now occupied her quiet history
A strange character with an exquisite sensibility watched her every move
She was not loved it was a lost illusion many years spent
Her gentle soul was constantly changing between light and shade with the latter taking hold for long periods of time
There had been many songs but very little poetry written on the grey bricks of her dreadful prison
Even though he had not served his country during the time of conflict he felt he had served it well with his pen