As I flit from A to B - Candleford to Larkrise
Laurieston to Gatehouse of Fleet
I flit, spit from A to B
Calling all Bluebells
assist me in my move -11th May, '11
Let Fairy Fawn be fair and true
and pure with humility
For his Fairy Lu - La Fee Lu
could get so blue
if he is not on time

All praises Bluebells
He is here

T'was but a year since
I'd wished upon a
Castramond Bluebell
in April 2010

And now we sit in utter Bliss
Ensonced in historical Dunblane
Fairy Fawn paints on and on
And I just sit, dismiss
All negativity, anything dark
I know that light will disperse the unhelpful hearse
darkness, death and dour ways
Disolve in the sun this late spring morn
Let Bees Browse among the Heather Blooms
Like love now maturing from twenty-eight days to a year and day
4th of the 4th 2012

i

some one at the
door-paul dirac (back
for more!)

here, i return your
book, lily,
love is a dog from hell

(by charles bukowski)
nice hair cut, paul!
ya!who the hell is

tom jones?!ha!
you want tea?
coffee..

water..merci..
take a pew
what?

ii

assez-vous!?
hows the math
coming along?

ah slowly?!
-pick a flower on earth
and you move the furthest

star-exactly..!
what do you think to
bukowski?

a testament to the
durability of
man or

mad
and sad
(who would n´t..

be..)
well he had energy
and not all bad..

iii

what do you read
lily?
lark rise to candleford


by flora thompson-
rural life in england
(circa. 1850..)

simultaneously horrifying
and charming
part biography

-look that butterfly is
back-
children as slaves

courting customs
fashion
conditioning

no cars
hell and heaven
superstition

you had to tell
the bees
that the master died..

lark rise, a hamlet,
candleford,
a village..

an odyssey
and a way that´s
dissapeared..

iv

(here is your
water
merci..)

poverty
not much mercy
the richest country

in the world
a penny a fortune
no-one is bored..

i

yes,why not create
are we not gods..
how is laura or
flora?

she stifles an amused
smile-summers
are spent in candleford
a little older-

she talks of a fast set
decadent-hatless
they rome the heath
bawling swinburne

and omar khayyam-
refer to themselves as
fin de siecle-disillusioned
and weary..a lost page..

ii

her friend emily rose..
and returning to larks rise
she is again home
charmed by simple lines

knowing but not knowing
too much..
growing pains..
times passing..

lily licks her doc
and says laura has  moved
to candleford-driven there
by her father in horse and cart
(everyone waves her off..)
she has gone to take up employment
with miss lane who runs a post-office
/ farriers..

(my father ran a post office but
unfortunately not a blacksmiths)

the telegraph is sent from post office
to post office
and delivered by minnie next door or
one of the smiths..
they have a meal and bed provided
the telegraph takes precedence..

the customers bring her flowers and she
covertly reads don juan
she likes her life
and they like her..