He stood on the shore
gazing across the Solent.
He was smoking
thinking of her
and what she was doing
and what she made
of the turn of events.
He'd left her the day before
and had come to the abbey.
She had no idea
where he was
and that was how
he wanted it.
A car ferry
passed his sight
with holiday-makers
filled with joy
and excitement.
The abbey
was his sanctuary
and he had told
one of the monks
the evening before
of his exile.
Across the Solent
yachts were in sail
their whiteness in contrast
to the blue and green
of the sea.
After the office of Sext
and lunch
he would go
to the public house
over the side and wall.
He went yesterday
and played bar billiards
on his own.
But what after this?
And the day after?
This was the abbey's
private beach
and behind the woods
leading up to the church.
He flicked the cigarette stub
out to sea and stood
watching gulls in flight.
He lit another cigarette.
He would
he mused
sleep alone
again tonight.
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 6:52 AM UTC
He stood on the shore
gazing across the Solent.
He was smoking
thinking of her
and what she was doing
and what she made
of the turn of events.
He'd left her the day before
and had come to the abbey.
She had no idea
where he was
and that was how
he wanted it.
A car ferry
passed his sight
with holiday-makers
filled with joy
and excitement.
The abbey
was his sanctuary
and he had told
one of the monks
the evening before
of his exile.
Across the Solent
yachts were in sail
their whiteness in contrast
to the blue and green
of the sea.
After the office of Sext
and lunch
he would go
to the public house
over the side and wall.
He went yesterday
and played bar billiards
on his own.
But what after this?
And the day after?
This was the abbey's
private beach
and behind the woods
leading up to the church.
He flicked the cigarette stub
out to sea and stood
watching gulls in flight.
He lit another cigarette.
He would
he mused
sleep alone
again tonight.
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