Monday 31 October 2011

Brainwashed by Photoshop

'Inverted' my first thought
when the sunlight bleached the factory roofs
and beyond, the forthcoming rainstorm
dyed the sky to black.

Sunday 30 October 2011

But I was wrong

and the tablecloth's now hanging in the sun,
indigo turned a faintly burnt sienna

Saturday 29 October 2011

Soaking seeming ineffective

The red wine stain
on last night's biscuit-coloured tablecloth
has now turned indigo.

Friday 28 October 2011

Realised with mild shock

In the dark, my feet still do not know
the number pattern of the stairs,
even after thirty-seven years

Thursday 27 October 2011

On my way to buy a morning paper #10

Absence of blanketing wind
enables tiny, coloured stitches of sound
to be heard, as background pattern.

Wednesday 26 October 2011

Treating effect not cause

In half-term week
three speed bumps
black with white triangles
are built in the road beside the school

Tuesday 25 October 2011

On my way to buy a morning paper #9

Spat of rain and rustling raincoat,
squelch and slick of squeaking boots,
detract from silent dark and thoughtful contemplation.

Monday 24 October 2011

Seven in the evening - hooray?

From the east, across the night-dark Tees
an ice-cream vendor plays a tune to tell me
that the sun is coming out to play

Sunday 23 October 2011

Seen while watching rugby

Man with dirty white-grey, dark-grey little dog
appears to have another on his head,
this one with ear-flaps.

Saturday 22 October 2011

What a waste!

Doorbell rings, mid-sentence
Run downstairs - delicious young man,
collecting for charity
Damn!

Friday 21 October 2011

Blows the wind, southerly

and the sound of the fair, raucously loud, intermittent
flies up the hill,
dragging smoky dark-eyed and long ago memory:
ignorance swirling with premature ache for experience.

Thursday 20 October 2011

Speedy alsatian

Alternate light and dark,
as he passes a paling fence,
stripes the dog "go faster"

Wednesday 19 October 2011

Tuesday 18 October 2011

On my way to buy a morning paper #7

Two overhead geese,
ten degrees apart,
noisy enough for a 'V' of a couple of dozen

Monday 17 October 2011

Monday morning wasn't grumpy to start

Congenitally concept-free of consequence,
the woman on the corner has parked her 4x4
across the path, again.

Sunday 16 October 2011

static

I am a point of stillness
as my daughter whirls around me
making contact at Hong Kong
and from Schipol.

Saturday 15 October 2011

Untrained

Volunteers in charity shop
wash up the cups
and do not see the waiting customers

Friday 14 October 2011

From my window, as I vainly seek inspiration

The merest smudge of dirty apricot:
a hem below the rigor mortis sky
and only two leaves moving

Thursday 13 October 2011

On my way to buy a morning paper #6

Half-light
half-dressed woman
high heels and a towelling dressing gown
searches the boot of her car
for clothes

Wednesday 12 October 2011

Routine

Paper shop shuttered
paper not bought
shape of the day
dislocated

Tuesday 11 October 2011

Coincidence

The grey of the clouds
blowing up from the west
match exactly the towels
I've just hung on the line

Monday 10 October 2011

Enthusiasm?

My dentist
talks about the weather
as if he will not repeat himself
three times an hour,
every hour,
every day.

Friday 7 October 2011

Uncertainty

So contrast-cold this morning
that I check the condensation on the car
to make sure it's not frost.

Thursday 6 October 2011

Influence of the wind

Yesterday's scampering, truant-playing leaves
close circle-scrummed damp this morning.

Wednesday 5 October 2011

Minor irritation

Black grit-stones from BT's pavement-patching tarmac
stick to soles of sandals,
tread into house.

Tuesday 4 October 2011

discomfort

The motorcycle instructor
sits on the sharp end of a red and white stripe cone
and shouts across the carpark
at his girl trainee

Monday 3 October 2011

A pondering

What exactly is it
that turns random objects
not especially arranged on a windowsill
into a Still Life?

Sunday 2 October 2011

And how could we have told him?

The owner of the retaurant
might have exuded less bonhomie
had he known he'd left his flies undone

Saturday 1 October 2011