Saturday, 22 April 2017

On my way to buy a paper #76

Not a knocked-down crow
feathers riffing in the wind
but an abandoned black umbrella
discarded crumpled in the road.

Wednesday, 1 March 2017

Overstaying their welcome

October's crisp and golden leaves,
flown from the tree
landed, rain-soaked and impacted
on tarmac so hard
as to grow leopard spots,
are now merely ghosts of theselves

Monday, 20 February 2017

7.30 am

Sudden blast of early sun
illuminates the houses opposite
like Mother Nature's testing spotlights
before the morning rush.

Thursday, 16 February 2017

On my way to buy a paper #75

Gulls greet rare pink clouds with a fat bottomed, triple chuckle from the roof ridge.

Friday, 11 November 2016

59

Present of a mug
reminder of first meeting;
draining it, black-bottomed interior
reflects, recasts me as Bohemian Rhapsody.

Tuesday, 8 November 2016

Waiting for a train (Friday 4th November)


Crab apples, scarlet, yellow, green
a pointillist painting
against a supplication of bare-branched birches.

Monday, 17 October 2016

From my bedroom window

A sudden, unexpected Vermeer glimpse
sunlit, through her part-blinded kitchen window 
of my neighbour, painting her fingernails.


Sunday, 9 October 2016

Late-up dressing

The putting on of knickers
before my back is fully stretched
emulates the technique of the hoop-la
though usually with more success
and a less disappointing final prize. 

Wednesday, 28 September 2016

Returning from Penzance

Pub lunch near non-PC place called Cripplesease
against a background sound of Radiohead
and two men clacking billiard balls
interspersed with apology and exclamation.

Monday, 26 September 2016

St Ives

From within the restaurant (drinking cider, eating fish)
we are alerted to the arrival of yet another shower
by the groping at of hoods and the uprising of umbrellas.