Thursday, 6 March 2014

DUNCHURCH AGAIN


Dusk, soon after six,
My third visit for work.

Dusk, soon after six,
Lights inside shine out,
A terrace and steps down to the lawns
Merge with the shrubbery
All turns purple green.
A blackbird scuttles away clucking,
A moorhen sounds on the lake behind me.
I discover more each trip.

Next day, late afternoon the rain shines upon the flag stones,
Portico entrance to the terrace 
And behind what must have been a kitchen garden?
Here now is pitched a huge plastic marquee

To house the wedding parties from Birmingham.

Entrance to the terrace