I was talking to Pytheas of Massilia on Friday.
He was still in the grip of a cold he caught
returning from Thule.
Twas as if the world’s oldest albatross
– whom some call Wisdom –
sang with a bee hummingbird
that fled Cuba from Irma to Cork.
Such was the storm song …
such the Artic bass …
My Greek lapsed as I left the Parthenon,
his Irish, foreign, tinged with Scots Gallic,
We stuck to sign language,
ice on his fingernails.
I put that down to the disgrace
that few believed his stories.
Wrapped in song,
on staves of flesh,
major and minor,
there was little between us.
Two men with hearts
dependant on blood
lightly to coagulate
in hurricanes predicted to return
I must tell Tim Miller
Pytheas read his poem
in the Shetlands,
despite the middle-aged ‘stupidity’
never learned from pilgrims.
Smiles we made over gin and tonic,
We called our chorus
‘Brothers from Earth’
We are brothers from Earth,
conceived in shadows’ stage,
conjoined and free in birth,
alive in every age.
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Hi Paul, many years have passed but it would be so good to see you again. I am hoping to be at a wedding in Cavan in August 2018 and plan to travel in my motor-home (some call it a “van”) so that I can bring my dog and make a shortish holiday of it. I’ve looked at some of your poems and they stimulate my thoughts of years past: London Transport, our famous courses, attempting golf, writing books, being at your wedding, etc., etc.
It would be so good to see you. Best wishes from Derbyshire. Barry
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Hi Barry I would love to see you again & kindle the old flame. I’ll do everything I can to hook up with you in August.
Hi Paul, I hope that you, Edelle, Grace and your families are all fit and well and ignoring the things that don’t really matter.
Sadly I have had to cancel my trip to Ireland this month as I am waiting for some corrective procedures for my spine. Hopefully I will be travelling to Ireland before too long: I’ll let you know as details become clear. Best wishes. Barry