I am writing poetry again As I do on most days This morning I was in my garden When the day was only 225 minutes old I was writing In the early morning light Which is one of the advantages Of living by the sea God Moves in Mysterious Ways

I was born in Midford in Somerset There used to be a railway there I now live in Greece with Alba And photograph sunrises and sunsets Which I sell on to our visitors

Coffee on a hot terrace Mid-Afternoon Why Coffee Why not Said Margot

My French cousin had arrived She was standing ankle deep In the sand shallows Of the bright blue sea How I enjoyed her annual visits

Sandé and a girl Wearing a green dress Walked past me On the coastal path They were holding hands Sandé was in love again I was pleased for her

The romance of sunlit doorways On hot summer days The vacancy of the light Has always captured my attention I saw you standing On a wooden jetty at sunrise The sun was just breaking the clouds Yet the air was already warm You were wearing a damp chemise To keep you cool in the early […]

Visited the sea They were amazed At its colour Texture and mood I met them We shared a coffee In a nude cafe Opposite a church Beneath a hill Today was the L>O<N>G<E>S<T>D<A>Y We arranged to meet in a year

The beach is quite beautiful A thousand colours assault me Yet I crave the bleakness of winter A gather of gulls round ring above You are looking lovely Sandra Jayne I should be so very happy here

I purchased three small people But paid for only two I considered the waves Peter House Paul Was riding his bicycle I was lining up a shot When he passed me

It is a drunken sea High and without shape Today is the longest day I am in a plush hotel Sharing an iced beer With Billy the Kid