Travellers

Innis & Gunn, Edinburgh, Scotland 

Patent leather shoes

Black is the seasons colour

Could I have another beer please

It was always going to be this way

Always that turn to self indulgence

Landscapes, seascapes, rock

Formations, rivers in full flow

Sparkling sunshine in the afternoon

Ok their dog chased the sheep

And they looked a rough sort

But hey, we are the visitors

His bald head, and long beard

Could be what attracted the spiky

Haired girl with tongue piercings; she

Wanted the hound, he had no control

It was always going to be this way

Always her need for complete devotion

Either that or not to care at all

For bright lights and fireworks

Jazz bands and ragamuffins

Candelabra and silver set earrings

Here and now he studies the hotel menu

Before speaking, speaking in a foreign accent

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Still Life

That cow
The black one
With the white face
And the black eyes

I took its photograph
Fifteen minutes ago
Fifteen minutes before
I thought it a good pose

Now I begin to wonder
Has rigor-mortis set in
Or is this the present field
Of mindfulness meditations

Wait a moment, watch out
Observe the detail Christopher
Did it not just bend its head
In search of a mouthful of grass


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Slipway

You came upon a skull
You washed it in the river
I took the photograph

I left the black stone
Which I had put down
So that I could capture
The waves breaking

This broke
My train of thought
I stumbled down the bank
For a while
The camera stopped working
It too was broken

The spillages
The displacements
The mispronounced words
The ill judged physical movements
They all happen now more often

Is it life speeding up
Or is it life slowing down
Is it the coincidence
Of speeding up
While trying to slow down
Is it, is it



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Revellers

We shall leave this place tomorrow
Yet only today have I read the phrase
There are no signposts in the sea

For it is the vast sea that we look over
Save for a small uninhabited island
A minor distance from the shoreline

We may not be back, for it is rare
That we make second visits
Although...

The Americans sample whisky
With a confident smile, although this hides
The fact that they have not before heard of Advocat

A drink taken by both of our mothers
Some combination, mixed with lemonade
Snowball for celebrations around Christmas time

It is a blue sea tonight
With a blue sky overhead
Save for a few clouds so far away


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Reference Points

The style is almost entirely interior
Or in the fabric and placement of the building
This is not the house of a gardener
Too much reliance on gravel and flagstones

But, as Kate points out, that clever
Extension of the side wall creates privacy
Hides us from the neighbours
(Although I think they are away in the tropics)

The wind whistles with a sustained gusto
I go outside to take a look
House-martins have messed on the door handle
Perhaps the owners could make a landing-tray

I take a couple of photographs
Grass and buttercups in the foreground
With a vast hillside (out of focus)
In the far far distance for background noise

One more bead of sweat, one more Saturday night
All the more reason then to cast back;
To remember similar times in Looe & Polperro

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