I have spent a number of my summer days Just idling in the water meadows With many of the other drowners

There is a shallow river near my cottage Where the silent swans pass the years Until their final and most beautiful songs

i can tate it in the aier i can feel the heviness of the thikning clouds overhed ther is a wyld ness to the sea wich hs traveled mane miles totalea uncheked in fowl tem per

During those long hours I gradually sensed The cool autumn winds Slowly closing My Summer Songs

Last night I watched a lunar eclipse From my room of elephants Which overlooked the restless sea

The rust moon was gently fadingI had been its loyal companion We had travelled together Throughout this tender night 280826

Due to misunderstanding I idiotically left SapphireOn a remote railway platform As we were travelling south Towards the Caravan ArgoseeWhich we had jointly owned For the previous five summers The caravan had once been used By the hippy artist AlainAnd when he emigrated to the USAHe left some of his better works So that we…

I experience these on a frequent basis Not randomly as others often do Once when travelling on a non train I found myself standing on the track With an express speeding towards me

The main character in my new novel Is named William Du Pre That is also my name We share many similarities I am thinking about Killing off this character But will not do so As I enjoy his company

Is it about being Run over By a black sedan And then writing about it In one of the many gutters Of my favourite city Or is it About cooking A splendid fish meal For your beloved And then writing the recipe On her elegant back Using my blood red lipstick