The warmth of closing Maytime sun

Flicks through the breezy blind

As jagged, fractured, lightening thoughts

Attack my drifting mind

I lie, reclining held secure

A nest of wickered foam

Just glaze and stare, motionless there

Subconsciousness to roam

Unexpected warmth surrounds

With this the moment’s shaped

Languid limbs and slackened mouth

A body barely draped

Conversations o’er the hedge

Accompanied far away

The dull combustion engine hum

Of random, friend and stray

Whilst to this background blackbird sings

Door creaks as birches bow

I flit between a bygone time

The right here and right now

Leather, willow, flannel whites

Straw boaters on the Cam

Joyful youth, nostalgic light

Illuminates my Am

Within my wooden, hidden hut

Midst clouds of apple bloom

Surreal gently merges real

Wrapped in a planked cocoon

Deeply sealed and safe inside

Indulgent of my mood

Solitude such comfort brings

My Englishness to brood.