Friday, 30 September 2011

7 a.m.

Clear sky pre-dawn glow:
fuzzy feel of apricots against the skin,
taste of Milk Tray Orange Crème.

Thursday, 29 September 2011

Post pruning

The upraised butchered branch of plum tree
gesticulates and casts a witch's curse.

At the hairdresser


Not facing the window is boring
definitely a great deal more flattering
my face in shadow, backlit

Wednesday, 28 September 2011

grumpy me?

young mother steers child in pushchair
and a dog
with mobile clamped to ear
and I wonder when child will learn to talk

Tuesday, 27 September 2011

On my way to buy a morning paper #5

Splendid pile of fungus:
griddle scones awaiting maple syrup

Monday, 26 September 2011

Old 'technology'

Somehow a surprise
to see egg-box type packing
protecting my new laptop.

Sunday, 25 September 2011

Triple drama

Crimson embers burst beyond the blackness of the hawthorn branches,
Ireland's Ronan O'Gara converts another try,
and an over-large spider sprints across the floor toward me.

Saturday, 24 September 2011

Foreboding

A sudden gloom makes it hard to see the page
and I dash outside to rescue the near-dry washing.

Friday, 23 September 2011

Chopping dates for muesli

Long-term, long time, careful observation
yet I still cannot decide
whether fewer, bigger and much more to taste
is better than much smaller and more of them.

Thursday, 22 September 2011

And another firing

Two shots ring out
and a pair of would-be joyous magpies
take the pessimistic view

Wednesday, 21 September 2011

Misfiring Comet

Eventually I appreciated his help
and might have bought the recommended laptop there and then
but for the overpowering reek of aftershave.

Friday, 16 September 2011

Distracted for MudSpots

In search of an aphorism
I resort to Aurelius
and neglect my packing for the weekend

[If you haven’t been to MudSpots yet, do check it out – 250 word tales from talented writers, incluiding me!)

Thursday, 15 September 2011

Another cause for regret

Nearly the end of summer
and I don't have so much as a hint, even,
of a watch-strap mark

Wednesday, 14 September 2011

Regret

White moon high on blue
a perfect circle in the western sky
and I am sad I did not see it rise
full gold, on black, last night

Tuesday, 13 September 2011

Vivid

Squelch and splash of violent accident colours
when I unwittingly tread on a well-rotted plum

Monday, 12 September 2011

Waterworks

Mismatched triangular plastic pictograms,
(sandbagged today against the strengthening wind)
preceding clicked-together chunky fencing pieces,
red and blue, with stuck-on stripey tape:
Playmobil for children now grown large.

Sunday, 11 September 2011

Practical pleasure

A jug I bought because I liked its pale sienna earthy colour,
the darker circled lines that spoke of how it became,
the proportions of its height to its circumference
and the way the handle fitted fingers, gave a resting place for thumb,
pours just as nicely, as it should.

Saturday, 10 September 2011

On the back lawn

Toadstools to begin, alarming orange,
then go black.
A scattering of over-night-grown curses

Friday, 9 September 2011

Half-past seven this evening

Sunset clouds, upswept, like blow-dried hair-sprayed candyfloss

Thursday, 8 September 2011

surprisingly, in Thurso

Ochre yellow bookshop, words on slate upon the outside walls
Rankin minus Rebus but subsequently read and found compelling
and Cormac McCarthy’s ‘Blood Meridian’

Wednesday, 7 September 2011

North of Golspie

Rooks, burnt and blackened paper flakes,
heat-driven upwards
then windswept across the flame gold trees

Tuesday, 6 September 2011

Heading south towards Grantown-on-Spey

An apprentice piece, a sampler of exuberant, lively clouds
complimenting the yellow-gold scallop-edged dish of hills,
dashed silver with a streak of wet run roads.