Pimms in the palace gardens
before the concert, sun soaking
the evening crowd, reluctant
to leave their picnics
and champagne for the music.
One half of a famous duo, the one
that arranged the harmonies
but didn’t write the songs.
Great reception, nevertheless.
Patience even when he craved
our indulgence to read a few
so-so ‘prose poems’. Now in his 70s,
Friday 24th June 2016 9:42 pm
in memory of Jo Cox MP
Clacton, where my brother found a sodden fiver
beside a breakwater and my mother
dried it, spent it on a pair of jeans
for each of us. Riches in those days.
Sealed with A Kiss, Poetry in Motion,
It Might As Well Rain until September
on the jukebox. The train from
Liverpool Street seemed to go on for ever.
Now driving from Clacton through...
Friday 17th June 2016 9:39 am