of a few days in
G A L L O W A Y
an adventure began
in which a film could neither
begin nor end.
Together we found home
in a light and lantern.
Sian, pilot, polestar and guide
and I was a “little bit” mad.
So let us adventure with Don Quixote
and Sancho Panza (for he is me)
Images repeat in our minds
(we cannot help it)
Sian at Loch Garten in a blue dress
with flowers (picked by Andrew) in her hands.
And in my SEROXAT madness
Rachel coloured hearts for me
from Cornton Nursery.
Images repeat in our minds
(we cannot help it)
In Seaton Park, Gregory’s Girl kissed me:
bricked-up windows, instantly
brickless.
Hedges, hedglings,
bird song. Godwits.
This poem is in September flight!