Winding the Clock

It was seven-twenty when I finished winding the clock – the pendulum clock, in the carved wooden case in the living room. I was winding the clock when I learned … Continue reading Winding the Clock

Rebel Antiquary

Magpie If only I could soar like an eagle to see the world as I cannot. I am a magpie in black and white, in flight through clouds, seeking colour. … Continue reading Rebel Antiquary

Time passing

time passing poems by Peter: Ode to Narrative. Born backwards; could sleep standing-up, lived in a world upside-down. silent as light. grafted like a Scott; found and loved Cimbrone. Stars … Continue reading Time passing