910

I came up to say

Goodbye, but you were snoring

So I sneaked away.

Brian Hick March 2011

©copyright Sally Hick 15.3.23

 909

You are the elsewhere that has come to me

The un-thought thought, unreasonable rhyme,

Sudden unexpected inspriration,

Illogically divorced from place and time;

And yet you sing to me of chance perfection,

Of hope that goes beyond the written word

Turning all our plans and expectations

Into a dream which laughs at the absurd.

Why would I want to pin down this elation

With law and ritual meanly devised

By narrow-minded human misconception

Of all that is, because it's not espied

By scientific means or interception,

When all I need is streaming from the skies?

Brian Hick March 2011

©copyright Sally Hick 13.3.23

 908

So many Russians

Down for breakfast with their dogs;

Must be this year's Crufts.

Brian Hick March 2011

©copyright Sally Hick 10.3.23

 907

There was a time when I could simply write

What came to mind regardless of its worth

And, for my part, it seemed the very sight

Of lines upon a page laid out in verse

Were more than compensation for the time

It took to wrestle with the words and form;

And even if it didn't always rhyme

It pleased because you liked what I had drawn

From walking to the station, or the sight

Of distant starlings, foxes padding round,

Brief memories of childhood, sudden bright

Awareness, insight, caught if not profound.

          But now I seem to scrap more than I keep

          Wishing it more meaningful and deep.

Brian Hick March 2011

©copyright Sally Hick 8.3.23

 906

Three deaf people next

To me on train; the air

Is filled with laughter.

Brian Hick March 2011

©copyright Sally Hick 7.3.23

 905

Last time we saw a W N O

Fledermaus we had

Bats in the kitchen

When we got home.

Brian hick March 2011

Sally Hick ©copyright 3.3.23

(W N O Welsh National Opera)

 904

March

The sky is bright and clear, but in the street

Thick frost clings to windscreens and headlights,

Yet bushes glisten as the early sun

Melts away the frosting of the night

Turning a Winter memory into Spring

In one unnoticed moment as I stride

Towards the station, unaware of ice

Which lurks in shadows on platform or track-side.

A watercolour haze of wet on wet

Drifts the tree line as far as I can see

Merging the familiar into one

Free flowing canvas, as if it had begun

To recreate a world of ease for me

Back to a time before we ever met.

Brian Hick March 2011 with a note written at the side of a printed copy for me to read through as usual. I like this because for once it's not my voice and the 'you' is definately not you in the final line!! X

©copyright Sally Hick 1.3.23