21 Orde Avenue
We were too cold to oversleep
that first year in Wallsend.
The wind walked booming
into our lives, propelling us.
Battered, you were sweet to kiss,
breath and sweat of exertion
from riding into gale and air,
hair blow-waved, set by sea salt.
We ate no meat and my oven
was a cardboard box, foil-lined.
You brought treasures: lentils
and “A Kumquat for John Keats”.
Anthony Emmerson
Wed 30th Nov 2011 14:23
Hi Elaine,
Like other commentators I much enjoyed this.
Regards,
A.E.