A time out of mind

On a hilltop, the Suffolk laborer works the harvest without a question why?The rich man’s children walk over the unmarked graves of plague families. A storybook picture on a pure unadulterated English landscape, I am just believing, I am the picture. “Stuff that dreams are made on”, flesh built on bones of sin with no …

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Ted and Dave

Ted and Dave were two farm labourers I worked with in 1967. They worked the Suffolk fields all their lives. The one thing that seemed never to happen was conversation. They would meet on the *Beet fields at six in the morning with their hoes, grunt at each other and start work. As a casual …

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Dull Window

Shaken from sleep I see strange shapes moving, figures on a landscape that is no longer mine. Old ghosts on wise shorelines, innocence and evil walk hand in hand. Dead to the picture I wait at a blind corner where thinking solves nothing. Dark edges call me to shelter and diverse ways seem to offer …

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