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MEMBERS’ COMPS & CALLS 31st May, Frogmore
MEMBERS’ EVENTS/VENUES May: Shortlands Poetry Circle,26th (live), 18th (online); North West Kent Stanza, 20th.
see/hear: listen to Margaret Eddershaw reading her poem The Mission
and the road is beset with obstacles and thorns.
But let it take its time for I have hours and hours to wait
here, snowbound in Lisbon, glad of this sunlit café
outside Departures, for an evening flight to Heathrow.
Being my soul’s steed, I should like to know its name
and breed – a Marwari of India, Barb of North Africa,
the Akhal-Teke of Western Asia or a Turkoman,
now extinct? Is it the burnt chestnut colour of the ant,
grey as a Bedouin wind, the four winds that made it?
O Drinker of the Wind, I travel by air, sea, land
and wherever I am, there you are behind my back
pounding the cloud streets, trailing banners of cirrus
or as Platero once did, from fear or chill, hoofing a stream,
breaking the moon into a swarm of clear, crystal roses.
No, no matter your thirst, ride swiftly, mare, stallion,
mother, father, for without you I feel forever homesick.