A Love Poem: Essex May 1968

HELEN’S ASLEEP
(Essex: May 1968)

Helen’s asleep
her back pins me to the wall
and all day I’ve been thinking in pictures
there have been

pictures of theories
growing like flowers
petal by petal into
the pointed roofs of
medieval/
Tudor
houses
walking through Wivenhoe
in the daylight of a bright May day
there have been

pictures of corners of old streets
and May blossom coming to
flower

(Helen said
that when we last
made love
she saw flowers explode into bloom)

but all my pictures collide
frameintoframeinto
an eyelid film of

But Helen’s pictures are each
and have the vast scope of
For so she knows
everything
rides naked under the pointed roofs
picture by
picture
through the flowers
hating me for drawing the

conclusion