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.

Thursday, 22 September 2016

On waking

Night sweats having put a stop to spooning,
I don’t know, when waking in the dark,
whether we slept apart by inches
or were separated by two cold feet (or more) of emptiness.

Wednesday, 21 September 2016

In between sentences

Shadows of the several notes and post-its
stuck to the shelf which runs above my laptop
create uneven battlements along the wall;
deterring invasion of ideas. 

Tuesday, 20 September 2016

5 a.m.

I dislike double glazing
for never allowing me
a clean view of the moon.

Sunday, 18 September 2016

Preparing pudding

Soft, warm plums in a bowl
fast-flushed with cold water
decorate their crimson skins 
with drops of crystal silver.

Saturday, 17 September 2016

Returning from town

Man and wife walk the dog.
Man holds dog.
Wife (who once harangued me about her desire to be screened for bowel cancer) carries bag of shit.

Friday, 16 September 2016

Wanting to hang washing out

It has to end somewhere, of course
but how annoying that the distant blue
to south and west
has stayed just as far away all day
and the part-blanket of cloud remained.

Thursday, 15 September 2016

Plum tree

Lovely how large piles of lopped-off branches
can be corralled and made tidy
ready for next week’s recycling.

Wednesday, 14 September 2016

On opening the curtains

Not so much a careful observation
more a panic, thinking sky the colour of a putty rubber
meant someone had rubbed out the blue.
...
and later
something about hydrangeas –
frou-frou faded pinkness and a suggestion of talcum corsetry –
reminds me of my paternal grandmother.