Ghazal: the first sign of Spring Verdant perfume received like treasure.Snap decision to carry their scooters to the school gate for 3 pm. Faces lift out of zipped-up collars and soft scarves.Two daughters’ ecstasy trailing a kite’s tail as they scoot down the hill. Ideas for new pursuits blink awake, stretch for the sun.The filigree simplicity of a dinner-time picnic received like treasure. Ghazal: Glastonbury Village and Tor Feast for my eyes and nosePatchouli-scented high street, a candy cane scene.The dull mist propagating my apathySent fleeing by the wind-naginis on the Tor. An abundance of people-watchingVelvet cloaks, flower crowns, a rainbow-striped staff.The distant but distinct horizonSlices through my discontent with the weekly routine. Tempted by deflated hot air balloons now sold as harem pants;The lure of shops with crystal pendants pledging to cleanse, cure, catalyse.The ascent of the Tor, my feet on this earthBury my fugue-like melancholy. * A nagini is the female form of a naga: a Sanskrit word for a mythological half human, half serpent being. They appear in Hindu, Buddhist and Jain mythology. Naginis and nagas are regarded as having protective, positive qualities.