I came to catch the light of summer
I came from higher ground
I caught the cape in early summer
I caught the sunlight, going down
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
I came to catch the light of summer
I came from higher ground
I caught the cape in early summer
I caught the sunlight, going down
Single form
Dormitory norm
Fags in all the pictures
You chiselled stone
Made broken homes
Sculpture’s first lady
Your workshop
And your garden
For wearers of Elizabeth Arden
Has become
In summer sun
An annual communication
To exercise with a moulder’s touch
Your work was such
Drawing friends of sculpture
Their dreams to clutch
Yorkshire girl, your strings and swirls
You’ve captivated with such wonder
Deep, deep ocean
Deep black, deep blue, deep green
Deep, deep ocean
Samurai and Viking and safe shores in between
Was it a mirage
Or a marriage
Were you married
To the sea
Lunch today
Was rocket and rye
Try if I might I could not buy
Salami and fries
We’re an international audience
The figs didn’t stand a chance
The square rigger sailed, wind full on
Plumb, aplomb, and sweet bon-bon
Wild ocean, sea spray
Dive bomber
What’s that between your teeth
Wild ocean’s barrier reef
Cormorant and cockatiel
Peking duck for three
Old grey seal, who do you feel
Across the splashing sea
Ripples in the sand
Ageless land, ageless land
Fishing man and weaving hands
Ageless, ageless land
Motor boats and seagull croaks
Cappuccino with cakes to soak
Motor boats and wheels of hope
Ageless, timeless land
Lapping, waves clapping
Splashing in the sea
A pink champagne bikini
A splash of cloth, my ageless mind receding