Two Bags
Two Bags Mine is black leather, many pockets, full of tubes and shampoos, just in case medicines and plasters, phone chargers, cardis, panties in corners, clothes rolled tightly to avoid creases. An ark for various shoes. His is brown leather, and still roomy, shirts and trousers ready for hanging, pyjamas and underpants toilet bag, little […]
crucifixion
crucifixion romantic supper for two tent pitched beside a sea loch camping over the Easter holiday later that night a storm arises I peer out the tent flap watch the tide edging closer and closer driven before the wind lose my nerve imagining us washed away I uproot the tent carry it on my back […]
Al Fresco
AL FRESCO Bring not tables nor chairs come with hands empt spread yourself on Mothers blanket let dusk dew dampen wait wait in whispers sip slowly an aperitif of blackbird nibble a starter of rabbit a main of bats then queen of all desserts a clan of badgers all served on […]
Picnicking
Picnicking All mum needed was a tailgate a layby a chip-pan and a two-burner Camping Gaz stove to make a day trip perfect Bala Southport Lake Vyrnwy Naturally the lodger’s car was full of her him me (guardian of the washing-up bowl) red plastic stools with removable legs and dad if he wasn’t driving […]
Travel Brochure
I flick the pages, wonder if a tour of Hell with Virgil as a guide would go down well. A circle every day, full board, surprise old friends and chat; there’s nothing wrong with that. And all that suffering and shit! Better than a thousand sermons. Yes, a trip into the depths might do us […]
Day 13
Luggage: Oh, the joy of travel, that hotel to forget, etc. Here’s a poem by Roddy Lumsden www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/181449 A vacation remembered (unfortunately!)