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Trains and Theories of Time Travel
For many years I travelled with the same person opposite me He was called Bryan and worked in an architects office in Kings Cross We rarely spoken but usually swopped newspapers at Paddington That was our daily ritual five days a week and twice a day on occasions On the day that he retired we […]
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Beatrice Becalmed
A mournful Fado song Hangs heavily over the empty streets You are reading naked on our bed As the night air is still gently warm It is then that I realise That I have not written about you For many years as my pen becalmed Had floated aimlessly in the silver seas […]
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Mathematics & Portugal
As the sun cannot be bothered To chase us here on our chilly island We have decided to chase the sun And are staying in a beautiful villa Not far from the main Lagos beach I have always loved the music of maths Chris & Bea Lagos (May 2021)
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Two Winter Poems
Snow in the Afternoon It is often said that lovers Sleep in the afternoons Of deep winters days But I know this not to be true For like me they are forever tobogganing Across the wide and rigid fields White Heaven If heaven should be like today I would not love it less Indeed […]
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The Landscape Artist
Pilar was in an avenue of short trees The summer leaves were shading her from the heat of the day Symmetrical marble benches were positioned opposite each other Some were being used by people wishing to shade themselves from the sun Others were vacant Pilar was running away from a haunted poem It was called The […]
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The Door in the Centre of her Field
We are sitting in the Wimpy Bar in Swanage It is getting dark outside and I begin to imagine Edward Hopper’s famous painting Nighthawks You are enjoying your wimpy and coke And pretend not to notice me I run my hand across the smooth plastic table top And think of the skin that is hidden under […]
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Peaceful Emergency
I was sitting on the top of the Number 28 with you We were going to the cinema in the big town You were reading Wuthering Heights and I was looking out of the steamy windows The countryside was drab as it always was in the winter Everything was saturated and dull My grandmother was dying she […]
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Hotel at the Railway Station
I met my nun once a month at the main railway station in the city She did not wear a habit when visiting me We retired to the station hotel as soon as we met And made love in the afternoon As I stroked her smooth body I told her of my jealously of Christ […]
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The Southampton Goalkeeper
I was wandering around a city that I was not totally familiar with Some of the streets did not appear to be on my map whereas others had different names Since my accident I had not been able to study as I had to wear shaded glasses for half of the day This was not […]
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Flower Meadow in the North
Like a disciplined avalanche The white flowers slip quietly towards the red farm The moon is watching their progress with interest As beauty can suffocate without memory Spring Evening Akershus Fortress The winter months have now passed And the fertile soil is nearing its prime The naked trees are awaiting the seasons warmth And […]