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I remember,
It was as if a green sea bristled
With cream-grey stonework, and in
Some rare corner, more complete,
A ruin stood.
The ivy
Luxuriously summer-green, hung
From the cracking, solid walls;
And all was stone, or grass, and
Both were clean.
The grass,
Exquisite – and so enviously laid
It clutched the squat feet of Avalon;
Reluctant to release the stark severity
Of decay.
To finger,
And to dust the edges of the stone,
Now frozen in the view of pilgrims,
Who see the leavings – incomplete,
Yet perfect.
And outside
The grass is grey, and brittle.
The tarmac spans the gap and
As closely joins the pub and
Post-office.
c. 1957
DAWN
Clouds laced against the pink
And scudding westwards overhead,
While leaves pick solitary shadows –
Silhouettes against the sky.
c. 1957
INTERLUDE
You came upon me then,
And I, surprised cannot remember
How she looked, or how
She smiled. Yet somehow
I seem to see a likeness –
A reflection, as it were,
Yourself in hers returning.
FLY HARD
Fly hard
Against the grey matrix
Of sky and cloud,
Out, under cutting winds,
Out, where the sea is cold.
Race on
Through hollow blackness
Down the swift horizon
Out to sea. To sea –
The oceans undivided.
Fly hard
The water calm and brown
Against the landfall;
Hard down the avenue
Of hearts – dropped anchors.
SOLITUDE
Strange island
Solitary, sailing on
In seas of shells and sliding
Through the years
Vast reaches
Sadly stretch away
To hills still hazed
And far.
The empty
Air and quivering
With the beat of sound
From distant sun.
Slow aching
Void and vortex
Warm sweet water
There to dip
And deeply feel
The tight and cool
Of calm – and leave
The feet to swim.
The shadow
Of an island on the sea
And stretching oceanways
As distant as the sun
Philippians 2,12
12 May 72