History play
History play The driveway leads down into a leafy tunnel of gnarled branches, filtered sunlight flickering across our windscreen. A catch of breath: as if through a gap in curtains we glimpse a stage set, the ancient house out in the open over there in the glare of footlights. Only for a moment, the trees […]
Pleached Limes
Here’s a slightly mad poem from the Erdigg workshop. Pleached Limes On a cowless path between corsetted trees, well-heeled ladies shade from Apollo; you could say they are bleached, not done to a turn, but taking a turn, promenading far from the ha-ha and tanning studio of the open field. There are daguerreotypes of such […]