Day: May 31, 2026

Without you

I wish we were in Standon by the ford

The river Stort, the placid cows, the sun

Oh, to be outdoors, the light to hoard

Without you you near I feel that I am shunned.

Up the hill we find the quiet church

We see the village spread out like a bed

We found this place although we did not search

I long to see your face though you are dead

Could I find you if I came at night

Shadows walk like ghosts by Prozac raised.

Could I find you in the morning light?

All I want is this, to see your face.

No one knows the mystery and the wealth

Is memory now a danger to my healtha?

An artist’s canvas stretched, a matricide

Saturday was shopping then a walk
Epping,Ongar,Finchingfield by car
Reading book reviews and chewing stalks
Buttercups and meadows,Henry Moore

Driving back from Chelmsford, cornfields flamed
Smoke and fire and earth, the sun dismayed
Farmers working hard,  a harvest, grain
The sky  through mist a cobalt  blue displayed

Standon with its fords and wandering cows
Little rivers,Essex, flowing down
The Stort joins with the Lea,a gurglimg sound
Water for the Thames  and mossy ground

The earth feels like my body sacrificed
An artist’s canvas stretched , a matricide

 

Claustrophobia

Claustrophobia held me in its grip

I could not breathe, my heart was in my mouth

I could not even take a single step

Claustrophobia held me in its grip.

Tension cracked my bones and cursed my lip.

Frantically I paced about the house

Claustrophobia held me in its grip

I could not breathe, my heart was in my mouth