To talk of a delicate ring, of plain gold, way more significant than its weight, just as silence is heavier than lead
The young girl, sat on a stone, in a dell, maybe at Disney, but who is the photographer
Who gave this bulbous ring, of gaudy plastic, though for sure someone will love it, but, for certain that is not I
Watch what you say Christopher, remember to link your words progressively
As another watch is dropped, on your watch; this time all digital, all black and white
Unlike the audacious blue slipper, that says much about creativity, indeed about the very process of creativity
Before yet another watch, this time with an old leather strap, this time bearing12 hour and 24 hour dials
Yet not so many markings as the medal, which arrives all the way from Santa Barbara
I had taken the sound muffler to cut out the wind noise; is there always wind noise, in Santa Barbara
Happenstance in Heptonstall
Poems Started at Lumb Bank
Arvon 2018
