Aldeburgh Beach
The giggling children circle,
orbiting the grown-ups like hungry seagulls
round a fish-fattened trawler…
The Avenues
Grey lethargy. Alone. Again.
This muggy summer evening,
even the sky has stopped…
London Traffic
Monday morning.
Still here:
third floor, flat 336, Sernanders Väg.
I force myself awake…
Uppsala Cathedral ‘92
I have no faith, yet
in this foreign church
I find solace,
sanctuary…
This is the house
This is the house where he died.
This is the house where she slow-killed him from the inside…
The Last of England
Cross-Channel ferry;
bright-lit bar, empty.
Just the acrid stench
of stale cigarette smoke…
Autumn Evening, Hull ‘90
I wait -
studyingnotstudying -
in Larkin’s lair.
Feeling his disapproval from beyond the grave…
Possible Futures
Remember that night we sat in the car
on the ridge above the city,
listening to “our” songs on the radio
and looking out at the motorway lights..?