Paul Taylor’s Esplanade, A Poem by Ian Spencer Bell

Paul Taylor’s Esplanade

I said when you put on the double concerto

at the start of drinks, the June blue falling

to the edges of the evergreens, and in the field and airfield

the glow from deep inside the husks

poured onto our road, our floor even—

in hearty crumbs of peasant loaf and new grass.