1503 cont. Club La Costa - bits and pieces

F

Though the clouds would hide his form

I sense Orion in the sky

Lying gently on his side

While Taurus smiles down form above.

G

My firsr mussels since

Visiting Mont St Michel

And I was not sick!

H

A scream o parrots in the trees

Though not a one in sight

As we stroll down from Sulah's fort

Through towering pines towards the beach

In winter noon sunlight.

The sun has dropped, the swimmers gone,

The children in the pool

Take a last splash then hurry off

For pizza, cheesy chips and coke

Before it gets too cool;

So we are left to swim alone

While the air cools

With sparrows out chirping the throb

Of cicadas 'neath the vines

As the evening falls.

Lunch by the harbour and as we eat

The hawkers come in waves,

Blank-eyed, assuming we won't buy

Their bags and bangles, donkey toys

Fake DVDs and shades.

Brian Hick November 2015

©copyright Sally Hick 28.10.26

 1503 - Club La Costa - bits and pieces

A

One benefit ot

Flying to Dublin; there are

No meals on the flight.

B

Brilliant white clouds and

A stretch of deep blue sing me

A heavenly Rothko.

C

Sally is watching

The end of Downton Abbey;

I write this - outside.

D

Like St Francis we must feed

The birds who sit and wait;

Chirping sparrows, collar doves,

Swallows and a single robin,

A blackbird and its mate.

F

Congratulations

Are in order - we did

Not buy a time share.

Brian Hick November2015

©copyright Sally Hick October 2026

 1502

Confidential information

To her insurance agent

'Well, I can't say what it is,

I'm on the train,

It begins with a C

Yes, L, A, M...

I can' t say...'

She just did

To all the world.

'Oh yes

And a bit of

Depression...

And a gastric band.'

Brian Hick November 2015

©copyright Sally Hick 24.10.16

 1501

My new poems are

Bleak; maybe it is just too

Much Thomas Hardy?

Brian Hick October 2015

©copyright Sally Hick 19.10.26

 1500

Momento mori

We smile back from the pile of photographs,

Ourselves, though younger,

Plus many who no longer change,

As we, still living, do,

While forgetfulness and dates that do not stick

Inch us ever closer towards a final snap

Whose deadening flash will seal

Our endless headlong dash to stay alive.

Sun bleached, the photos stare;

Accusing us because we are alive

And have forgot their names

But for the ones whose love still hurts

Hanging s thread of guilt

On desiccated branches

In the silt of memory.

Brian Hick October 2015

©copyright Sally Hick 14.10.26

 1499

As I went to Sweeny Todd

          I passed a sign

            Which read

      Best pies in Bristol.

Brian Hick October 2015

©copyright Sally Hick 10.10.26

 1498

Tonight the death of

That Pizza Express Moment;

Jet black serviettes.

Brian Hick November 2015

©copyright Sally Hick 7.10.26

The Pizza Express Moment, was waiting for food to arrive, when Brian would write on the serviette.