In training ...

... for Lloyds bank logo, following mum's retirement ....

on Barton Common

The Hospital by Patrick Kavanagh

A year ago I fell I love with the functional ward
Of a chest hospital: square cubicles in a row
Plain concrete wash basins - an art lover's woe,
Not counting how the fellow in the next bed snored.
But nothing whatever is by love debarred,
The common and banal her heat can know.
The corridor led to a stairway and below
Was the inexhaustible adventure of a gravelled yard.

This is what love does to things: the Rialto Bridge
The main gate that was bent by a heavy lorry,
The seat at the back of a shed that was a suntrap.
Naming these things is the love-act and its pledge;
For we must record love's mystery without claptrap,
Snatch out of time the passionate transitory.