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.

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.