Alarmed, startled awake
Essential items fumbled for
Grabbed, stashed and stowed at first light
Bleary drive to the port for the morning ferry
Relief at reaching the queue steadily being consumed by the ship’s jaws
A necessary pause at the UK Border Force barrier
“Sorry, sir, but this is not your passport.”
She had died
Five years past
Yet here she is
Handed back to me
Fixed face, impassive as required for the officious photograph
With me still
A one act play for three voices in 17 syllables.
Oh no! It’s raining!
Yes, after such a bright dawn.
Really? I slept in.
Everything is there
If possessed by possessions
Throw away the key
Filled creases, smudged prints
Under nails, cuticles clogged
Hands that work the land
Giant chalk figure
With manhood on full display
Fertile is the land
n.b. Harvest time arrives, barley ready and wheat ripening in the fields; gardens with figs, apples in the orchards and pears espalliered on south-facing walls; tomatoes forming from flowers, grapes on vines and an abundance of herbs and edible flowers; vegetables pushing through the soil; hazel nuts in abundance, but still green and sweet chestnuts swelling their prickly cases. Dorset is a veritable garden of England, beautiful and bountiful.
However, the latest population statistics show that the resident population of the county is falling. The age group 0-15 years makes up just 16.5% of the Dorset population (England & Wales is 19.1%). 24.8% of the Dorset population is over 65 years (England & Wales is 18.2%). The virility of the Cerne Giant seems to have long peaked. Perhaps the beer has affected him.
n.n.b. When you arrive by foot at Giant Hill you are advised that the best view of this chalk figure etched into the downland is obtained from a car lay-by to the north of the village of Cerne Abbas. 🙄