I give you this pool of Turquoise Blue (With thanks to John Berger)

It was the colour you wore that summer of ’88
All I could think of was let's date, let's date, let's date
Of course we tore ourselves to shreds
Mostly with words unsaid
Hardly ever (come the end) did we share in bed

A soft woolen jumper in the carpet remnant shop
Camisole knickers beneath a patterned satin top
Hands held together down the supermarket aisle
Tumble down the dunes of the straight Five Mile
At home abroad to queue for what's due

Turquoise and light, in the bays to choose
La Corbiere Lighthouse white and true
Listen intent to the States of Jersey radio news
Big chiefs and little Indians with all to lose
In your open top car we cast away our shoes

Danced the night under spotlight and moon
Walked the sea shores in cotton & pantaloon
The flight call, as ever, came too soon
Into the sky above our turquoise pool
Zealous to have been such a jealous fool


a poem from the collection Into the Present Decade - Love with Droplets of Joy available by clicking on the link