That day the old poet was visited by the lady of spades.
He knew that the time had come to leave .
There are so many words that will remain on the workbench.
The old poet invited the lady to tea.
Our friend is a distinguished englishman who knows the customs
when fate knocks on the door !
All the little antiques a moment awakened
have gone back to their candy dreams
and sepia postcards from Brighton ...
The cookie tin witness to the victorian era
asked politely for some news
from Buckingham and the young prince of Wales .
But of course,the most serious topic
was the vagaries of the weather .
Evening has fallen and the rain came .
The lady of spades take her leave .
A tear rolled down the old poet\'s cheek .
And the antiques were so sad ...
All this happened a century ago
It was a wednesday in a time loop ...
Through the window I watch the rain
wetting the roofs ...
I live in this place now .
My accomplice the seagull of the open sea
won\'t be coming today .
She looks at me ,inspiring my hours .
I sit in front of the workbench
and I pour myself a cuppa
with a few cookies from this box
that I found there .
The queen seems so happy and in love...
I\'m waiting for a pretty lady of heart
to knock on the door .
Heir now to the old poet\'s words ...
( Bognor Regis 2015 )