As usual Uncle Tacko is trundling
his Flea Circus to the end of the pier,
and the Island Princess is embarking
for a trip up the Straits and around
Ynys Seiriol with its nesting puffins,
its elderberry woodland purpling.
And the dogged chambers of my heart, open
and close, open, close, like an harmonium.
All the familiar sounds – the Flea Circus crowd,
the paddlers in the pool, the revellers
on the hotel lawn next door –
A SENTIMENTAL EDUCATION
BIRTHDAY GIRL UNDER HOUSE ARREST
A SENTIMENTAL EDUCATION
A SENTIMENTAL EDUCATION
LOCKDOWN