Thursday, 27 August 2015


Yesterday's rehearsing-for-departure starlings
today more evenly spread;
lone one on the house next door
no longer ostracised.

Tuesday, 25 August 2015

Yesterday's galeforce wind

several seemingly scheduled performances
dancing dervish
on the kitchen windowsill.

Monday, 24 August 2015

On waking

Breadth of his naked back
as comforting now
as it's been for nearly half a century.

Friday, 21 August 2015

4.20 am, woken by wind whistling

Imperfectly-drawn white curtains
Orange street-light
Shadow-branches on the move
A never-ending lightning nightmare
Had I been seven.

Monday, 17 August 2015


Hot sun, and windy
yet, from next door,
the rumble of the tumble dryer.
All bloody day.

Monday, 10 August 2015

Monday, 27 July 2015

Monday, 25 May 2015

On my way to buy a morning paper #58

Half term and lack of traffic
from the road to Ingleby Barwick
meant I heard a squirrel's claws
on tarmac
from fifty yards away.

Tuesday, 19 May 2015

Thursday, 16 April 2015

On my way to buy a morning paper #56

Warburton's bright orange wagon
from which jumped driver, six foot four;
face of Colin Firth as Darcy
just before the river scene.
Pre-breakfast bliss.