The Scholar

Twas in a dream The Scholar strode, The Scholar strode with me, We walked o’er shale Through wind and hail Beside the tumbling sea Twas in a dream Through squall and gale Beside the tumbling sea Beneath our feet, a brittle hoard, A trove of Neptune’s bric-a-brac By cliffs where Satan walks abroad A-riding sinners … Read more


Watching the rainstorm through an open skylight I have never felt so cosy. Ash leaves lap fatly at the drenched air, Splaying like wet bats at each gush of sea wind Then slapping back down as black oilskins Or a haul of thrashing sprats. The full moon is burning through the cloudbank, Lamplight in biscuit-coloured … Read more