Arrive at The Bothy for one full week
Provisions bought at M&S
So little need for further departures
But absolutely no TV
Even though last night’s
Sky Arts expose of the Moody Blues
Totally captivated me
Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Arrive at The Bothy for one full week
Provisions bought at M&S
So little need for further departures
But absolutely no TV
Even though last night’s
Sky Arts expose of the Moody Blues
Totally captivated me
My clumsiness
Is fast approaching
A worrying level
Says he
As his coca-cola bubbles over
And floods all across the table top
Meanwhile
A Fever Tree advertisement
Is read out at The Valley
A particularly uninspiring
Shopping centre
On the outskirts of Evesham
On this grey cloud
Monastic Retreat Monday morning
With three more weeks to go
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It is easier
To be together
When we are apart
Can we feel so much more
For each other
With distance between us
The wedding guests
Those who stayed over
Are now leaving
As it was
So it will be
Or that’s how it seems
She sends him to the car
For provisions
And outdoor clothing
She sends him again
For newspapers
And Sunday supplements
She then plays hell with him
For not being steady
As she pours the wine
He does what he is told
Then apologises and apologises
No wonder. he drives a Ford
I should have known
What with lambs, sheep and cattle
At rest beneath the trees
Pheasant and partridge
Also ducking for cover
Yet only a few spots
Before the dark clouds move on
And bright sunlight returns
Exposing the laughter
Of those who stayed over