1382

Yr 9 on the train

The girl's language shows

That at school they are being

Taught to be fish-wives.

1383

First Night

The hottest day so far

The first Aspell of the season

Thy Kingdom come.

Brian Hick July 2014

©copyright Sally Hick 15.9.25

( Perhaps the first night of the Proms; perhaps the first cider) Sally Hick

 1380

A dove in the trees,

Calm of twilight, silent skies;

All that is, is well.

1381

And I will sing of the White Horse

Of the God that I adore

Of the Ridgeway Path and the Downland

Now and for ever more.

Brian Hick July 2014

©copyright Sally Hick 12.9.25

 1394

No longer at sea

Last year sitting on B deck, apart,

A verse flowed on with unaccustomed ease,

A verse which did not hesitate or tease

Came, not from my mind, but from my heart,

And here, while the unaccustomed sun

Flows across the garden you have grown,

The sweet peas and the roses you have sown,

How glorious to know we are still one.

            10 Sept 2014

Brian Hick 10.9.14 (our wedding anniversary)

©copyright Sally Hick  September 2025

 1379

A woman is talking loudly to herself.

I thought at first that she was on her phone -

So many people broadcast to the world

Details that we'd rather not have known-

But she is rambling, incoherent, though

Happy, as she often laughs out loud.

Those of us close by try to ignore

As she seems oblivious to the crowd

Unless she manages to catch the eye

Of some unwary listener, when she grins

At them, launching in as if they knew

Her history from back when it begins.

Brian Hick September 2014

©copyright Sally Hick 9.9.25

 1378

The speed-boat leaves a trawl of broken foam

Cutting through the waves out in the bay;

White horses hover bright then sink

Into the channel's turquoise wash,

Spraying the surface silver as they die.

Brian Hick July 2014

©copyright Sally Hick 5.9.25

 1377

Sunday morning shouldn't be a pain;

After all, you've been with me each day

And every time I've stopped to talk to you

You've always listened, as if what I say

Matters, and you'll give it some thought

Before you answer, even when you see

Me wayward, selfish, childish, or what's worse

The opposite of what you've hoped for me.

But Sunday - oh dear, here we go again

Pious thoughts and pious intonation

As prayers and hymns and words regurgitate

Drowning out your voice through invocation.

Maybe I should go to my own room

To find your light within its gentle gloom.

Brian Hick July 2014

©copyright Sally Hick 3.9.25

 1376

What does the Bible say? How should I know?

Just because I read it every day

Won't mean that I can crack the status quo.

What does the Bible say?

Wherever the truth lies, I have to say

That anyone who thinks that they can crow

Their heads off, boasting all the way,

That they have sussed it, they've the truth in tow,

Are balmy, unhinged; but to my dismay

They're taken for the erudite today.

What does the Bible say?

Brian Hick August 2014

©copyright Sally Hick 1.9.25