Driving back from Art Class – the diversion

A crushed velvet corridor Plump and green Studded with the yellow stones Of cottages with small windows A deserted Ashton Keynes No sign of any residents Only cars lazing in drives Grasses and nettles 50 miles per hour signs Rush past me Under the grey-blue sky Bats and bright red telephone boxes A large leapingContinue reading “Driving back from Art Class – the diversion”