Commute

Commute

Commute

The image bleeds

Hard glass distorts

Reflections of captivity

Homeward bound

The eyes beseech

Visions of distorted hope

But this will pass

And comfort close around

Their aching thirst

A time-table dictates this

The lost and found

Journeys on a merry go round

Feet will accelerate to meet

Impatient minds

Hungry with anticipation

And the train will cause to move

Reflections that scrape and slide

On glass that carries a parting kiss

Pulling pint’s 50’s style at The Frog and Wicket, Fullers pub in Eversley Cross, Hampshire.

Frog & Wicket

Staff and customers at this newly refurbished Fullers pub stepped-up to the mark in their blue suede shoes and quiffs in a 50’s revival night with music from the Blue Jays. A classic Vanguard car was parked outside to set the scene. Inside the locals fell easily into character.

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I spent the evening looking for Long Tall Sally but I must have been dreamin’ cos I left empty handed. Ain’t that the blues.

Hampton Hounds from Hampton’s Rhymes

Kiki. A ridiculous dog

Kiki. A ridiculous dog

 

I call my dog ridiculous

A term of endearment tinged with truth

And we go out on a regular basis

 

In this I’m not alone

For all around converge

On local scenes

 

Days become rituals

When those of us with leads on dogs

Becomes experts on matters of the day

 

Encounters with strangers

Often end well

Because dogs dispense with formalities

 

Conversation, however stilted

Is civil and shared

With an emotional bond

 

The dog may be a tramp

A mongrel, bitch or vagabond

But owners invariably share the love of them

 

Their names, like fortune cookies

Are full of hope

From Ocean to Sky, Hollie and Bella

 

So, on Hamptons roads

Parks and open spaces

And places further afield

 

My ridiculous dog

Rubs shoulders with hilarious hounds

All tangled up in this funny old world

Hampton Pool

Hampton Pool

Hampton Pool

 

On days like these steam rises

Above water and the dawn

When tired faces cling to warmth

While other hardy souls celebrate

Not just the season but something simple,

Joy

To be immersed yet float

Below cold sweating air

And laughing. Emitting happy sounds

That echo with uninhibited fun

Reaching out across the fields

An a cappella chant to church bells

With a chorus that connects us all.

Hampton Ferry

Hampton Ferry

Hampton Ferry

 

An ancient tale

Will travel between the banks

Of England’s most famous river

And here, at Hampton

The ferryman still plys his trade

Oblivious to ghosts and superstition

His transport now is much the same

In that he transfers passengers

And denizens of faraway places

From side to side

And we, the inheritors of now

Indulge ourselves with modern coinage

To perpetuate this ritual

And ruffle the waters

As citizens who find pleasure

In short trips

Duke’s Head Passage

Duke's Head Passage

Duke’s Head Passage

 

Who will come to pass

Through this bright arch

Safe passage between the Duke’s Head

And Henry’s Royal Park

Where walkers exchange pleasantries

And dogs acknowledge their own formalities

 

Who will mark time as seasons change

And speculate on the weather

On clothes and family matters

As they pass yet another familiar face

Take note of difference, of growth

Of time passing and fading light

 

Yet all the time

As black and white dissolves

Roiling clouds and personal moods

Exchange their subconscious wares

This path will be resolute

A stoic witness to familiar traffic

Man O’ War

Man O' War

Man O’ War

Man O’ War

 

Stragglers that languish

In the sea of consciousness

Drift and hope, almost gripped

By ennui

Though sometimes the strands of thought

Go fishing and drag watery membranes

Against a flowing tide of loss

To snare or snatch at luminescence

 

Electric sparks of colour

 

Illuminate a word or thought

And travel quickly to the lode

That mother ship

Where all the others jostle

In their queues of confusion

Simpering and damp with memory

Oh, I am host to all of those

Nervous tics

 

Electric sparks of colour

 

Sucked-up through tendrils

That tremble on the oceans currents

As dreams weave amongst the fathoms

Forever present in the swell

And ready to vanish on a tide

With the broiling enigma

In a long tangle

Of DNA

 

Electric sparks of colour