Sites

There are a few places in which to write

I will, for sure, try them all

The rattan set

Of two armchairs and a settee

Faces the fireplace

That might well be

My early morning and late evening

Writing place

The two mock-leather Tub chairs

With their own side table

That may become a favourite

Certainly for writing

With a pot of coffee

And a slice of cake

The dining area seems quite formal

With six modern straight back chairs

But it is by the French window

So maybe a place for editing

With a computer on the table

A breeze at my back, from the freely open door

The stairs are adorned

With a metal sculpture

Of pink-footed geese in flight

For certain I will sit here, and imagine

Those dawn RSPB visitations we made

Further down the coast

Landed

This is an Italian tile

And wood floor kind of establishment

With lots of exposed brickwork

It is capable of holding six people

But I am on my own

I like it that way, I can spread out

The lavender is not here

It is in the next village along

Heacham - home to Norfolk Lavender

Not Keynsham spelt K-E-Y-N-S-H-A-M

The home of Horace Batchelor

If you know him you have heard him

Back to the barn

With its substantial feature fireplace

Complete with log-burner

And the double-turn, hand crafted

Oak staircase which is fully open

To the vaulted ceiling above

On into the kitchen

With its impressive double cooker

Housed in a mock chimney

Yes, Christopher

A good choice

Now for the roll top bath

 

Outward Bound

It is eighty miles, just about

To Dersingham

A steady Sunday afternoon drive

Check-in is from four PM

Boston, unusually

Is quiet and easily navigated

There appears to be little or no

Police presence thus far

I think to shop at Sainsbury’s Kings Lynn

But change my mind, no, not today

Instead to press on; turn up the stereo

I pull into Lavender Barn at four-fifteen

Apparently, so my host tells me

We are on the flight path of the pink-footed geese

Also close by there is the Sandringham Estate

Although it was closed last time I called

Now that the courtesies

And the bonhomie are over

I can make a pot of tea

Then run a bath

For one must be adequately prepared

If one is to write productively

And that is the intention

For these few days in Norfolk

Locked Up

They were married in prison

He said

What about conjugal rights

She said

Good to know

How the male and female minds flow

In the dinner-party conversations

Bringing a lightness to life

That I did not contribute

Says more

About my introversion

Than about

My holding no point of view

Make yourself good first

Before you work on others

Might have been my contribution

Progressions

Distilled into the Day

Four AM - evening primroses

Six AM - Artists Words

Eight AM - bathing with Pavarotti

Ten AM - writing in the Poet’s Salon

Instilled with the Light

White Waves by LS Lowry

The White Album, by The Beatles

Shopping in White Stuff

A Whiter Shade Of Pale by Procul Harum

Made still by movement

Dance of the sugar plum fairy

Charge of the light brigade

Rage against the machine

Tip toe through the tulips

Emotive with song’s emotions

One Red Rose Forever

The Last Of The English Roses

I’ll Pick A Rose For My Rose

I Never Promised You A Rose Garden