When Thoughts Are Enough

a man and a woman walk through sand dunes
alone, with the whisper of the sea nearby
companions, neither speaking

the evening sun settles on the water, a mysterious glow,
a dying fire painting the sky scarlet and magenta
the couple reach a footpath and walk back to the town,
silent still

another summer day


© Lawrence Estrey 2021

Poetry

Spring Scenery

Sand, water, salt and sky
Blue oceanic laughter
The ice cream van
Bleating seagulls
Clusters of rocks
The solitary garden at the foot of the cliff

Church bells ring
Chimes from far away
Fanfares, near whispers
A choir of angels

Sounds carrying over the water
Through fields
As the sun sets
Painting the sky magenta


© Lawrence Estrey 2021

Poetry

The Stranger On The Train

fast moving carriage
empty mini-bar
the stranger doesn’t see or hear
just sits in a reverie
not daring to think

the mind wanders
the train tilts
comes to an abrupt halt
but the stranger barely notices
just glances at the empty cup
and sighs


© Lawrence Estrey 2021

Poetry

Rain In May

May Bank Holiday
Warm but not sunny
Half-deserted streets
The sky a tone of industrial grey
An oppresive heaviness hangs in the air
A hint of thunder, perhaps?

The rain has started
A steady patter
Clear and tepid
A downpour now
The rain stops
A welcome chill
The mugginess has vanished


© Lawrence Estrey 2021

Poetry

The Castle Moat

The scent of wild flowers blend with sun and sea
The waves below splash
Helping him remember
Buried recollections of a childhood that someone else lived

Whispers from other places
A breeze from the cliffs
A cafe veranda with spiky railings

Buckets and spades and sandcastles
The warmth of sand in his sandals, his toes
Standing near a castle in the summer heat
Eating ice cream by the moat
While the grown ups smile and take photographs on an old Polaroid camera


© Lawrence Estrey 2021

Poetry

The Apple Pond

The apple pond sits at the bottom of a field

circled by hedges and trees

its water gloomy and muddy and still

sprinkled with leaves and twigs

The apples mature

only to tumble into the pond one at a time

where they rest on the water rotting and fermenting

decade after decade

Spring has come early this year

helping the apples blossom

filling the air with the scent of sun and grass

painting the pond different shades, different hues


© Lawrence Estrey 2021

Poetry

The Wanderer Fantasy

The man wanders year upon year

guided by blind hope

driven by restlessness

always seeking the unobtainable

hiding from the past

running from the images

escaping the torment, though in vain

never knowing where he will reach next.

ii.

Each place is a paradise at first

then restlessness strikes

tempting him with promises of greener grass

leading him in search of a new home

another empty desert where he will reside alone

the seasons pass

another year

the man wanders


© Lawrence Estrey 2021

Poetry

The Bridge Above The City

The old railway bridge sits halfway up a hill,
No longer a train track, but a nature walk,
Nestled in between houses and shops,
With a garage in the arches below.

From the bridge, one can see the city sights,
The office blocks in the distance,
Hills and marshland further on.
The palace to the left.

The sun sets over the city,
Painting the sky a myriad of colours.
Shades of light that ebb away as evening falls,
Another sunset over the city.


© Lawrence Estrey 2021

Poetry

Le Mal De Mer, A Ship At Sea

Chandeliers tilt in the ship’s dining room,
Like tiny jewels and clinking laughter.
The waves push from side to side,
A crescendo of force,
As cold as ice,
The cruel whims of the sea.

People stagger backwards and forwards,
Down corridors, up flights of steps,
Stumbling, feverish.
No one can walk straight.

The passengers grope around in semi darkness,
Hoping and praying not to fall.
Outside, the sky is empty and abandoned,
Save for the wind and rain and the clusters of clouds.


© Lawrence Estrey 2021

Poetry