Sunday, 19 August 2012
under windsor bridge 1912 adolfe vallette
we waited for the man with a truck of flowers
while a police car slid by
slowly watching us
for inappropriate dealing
dusk was falling
on a cold October day
as mist rose slowly
rowing teams glided past
shouts echoing on Victorian bricks
a dog splashed down the slip way
beaks tucked under wings
washed in amber light.
This did happen, by a bridge, in Windsor, we were trying out a new supplier, his flowers turned out not to be so good.
The picture also reminded me of my grandfather who worked in the Camel-Laird shipyard in Birkenhead throughout the war, I'm sure he saw lots of foggy days like this as he rode his bike to work.
Do go and see the other writers work at The Mag.