Bake-a-yarn: Morning

Thursday 5 October 2023

Where would I rather be but here

in this room with its coconut twist painted walls

after an early morning ramble through woods

still resonant with nocturnal shufflings,

the dog now dreaming at my feet.

And nowhere else to be, no new alerts or notifications on my phone.

The street outside still empty of its diurnal rumblings

and on the wall two Ugo Baracco prints of Venetian canals

drawing me into portentous waters

and on the gable wall of the filing cabinet

posters of the bouquinistes on the banks of the Seine

laying out their wares

a panoply of stories and a silence in my head

charged with the sound of stars ringing

That transition time when tales run amok

trailing me, pen in hand in their wake,

cupping with the other hand Barry's tea

in a Back to Front cow mug....