Raw sky, thin grass, a naked cherry bough
Foretell the blossom that I hope to see –
Another springtime of this dying tree
Whose untold fruits have dropped where I stand now.
I am making a window on the world,
A stained-glass window through which to look at things.
It is very much my own creation,
Take a butcher’s red by Goya
And an arctic blue by El Greco.
Gently fold in an agonised beige by Grunewald
He left his sparrows waiting at the door
And entered like a draught, his bare feet treading
Always the same old silence
And the same old,
Jonathan is very much looking forward to participating in this year’s Torbay Poetry Festival, whose theme is “Poetry and Music.”
Of course I am only a machine
And full of natural frailty.
My tyres go soft,
My chain drops off,
My brake blocks wear out
Among the many roads we have to travel in this life,
Nothing prepares us for this:
The one we will one day travel every Sunday afternoon –
Or every Saturday afternoon,
Or even every evening –
Jonathan is looking forward to being a guest of Mike Read once more on Thursday 15 January from 2:00–3:00 p.m on BBC Radio Berkshire. He will be performing live in the studio again.
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