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Gull

Never a good idea to approach a weddingwith a hangover, before the event.There’s distant thunder, sky feathered with cloud.Vesna, at the pool bar, sports two o’clock stubble,more bristle than shadow, jet black,but her hair, rubber-banded in bunches,is the colour of...

Low Season

The dining room echoes, so few of you here now.It’s barely half past ten. There’s just one familynext door in the TV and games room,a single child here, doted onby parents, grandmotherand an over-attentive waiter who dances with her. It’s music night again, with the...

Elvis, an encounter

Darkness over ripe Welsh meadows,las vegas, fretted by strings of fairy lights, solar, blue,along May hedges, elder-greening, blossom-bursting, by cigarette glow, by crackling and hissing of logs from the firepit –where folks huddle warmed by blankets, chat, whisky....

Ode to Mister Fox

Wow! Your fabled tail, your lustrous bustling bushy tail,it struts the questions – am I fabulous, am I fantastic?Are you hell? Now I’m in thrall to that pelt, the scrumptious sweep of your back, the swellof your russet chest rising up to that strong neck,those long...

Hare

‘First catch your hare…’those inevitable jokes about jugging,about the long slow cooking required,as I cradled him in that Laithwaite’s box,carried him home with wrap of bubbleand shredded paper for his bedding; some debate about full moon,about which night it fell...

A Photo for Grandpa

He’d snapped them all – his choice of verb, not mineQueen Mum, Princesses Margaret…and Anne, starsof chart and catwalk, the rich, the famousand the bad. Now here he was, winding down,in a modest studio close to us. The natural choice for our task.A happy...