On holiday in Suffolk I bought for £20 an Olympia Splendid 66
portable typewriter and overwhelmed with memories from the days of carbon paper and tippex and more besides, wrote this on it.
We've started a song making workshop run by Carl Hodson at the Unlibrary Cafe on Wednesday lunchtimes and this was homework.
And did those feet that I once kissed
In lazy Sunday bath and bed
And danced beside in student haunts
And marched behind where protest led
Did they now, though worn and sorely
Marked with maps of calloused lands
One autumn afternoon and beach walk
Press fresh impressions in the sand:
Subtle footprints, moist as when
You barefoot, light and lithe,
A force of heat and liberation
First kicked love into my eyes?