Revealing Mr Larkin

Shadows of middle-age larking around with the mind of

Philip, as he sees the elderly, mouths drooling, and

is fearful of this watery reflection of

skewed ripples, of the spades digging into his own

disintegration.

By Jay Cool, 18th August 2022

Inspired by snippets of Philip Larkin´s poetry, as featured on BBC Four´s Return to Larkinland.

Image by Olle August from Pixabay

Published by The Silly-Savvy Salopian

Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered.

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