On Brighton beach I watched the birds
Form dark aurora round the pier.
The sunset burned their patterned swirls
As afterglow across my mind.
I watched them as they sucked the light,
And dragged it down beneath the waves,
And when the neon broke their spell,
A lonely soul, I left the sea.
I went to watch a late night film.
The cinema smelled old and cold.
I drifted through a dreamlike meal,
In darkness tasted beer and bread.
A solitary watcher blind:
A film as still as life and time.
response to the film Babette’s Feast, and to art house cinemas.