Wednesday, 29 February 2012

On my bookshelves

An increase in black-spines to forty-one
since last summer
all ‘research’ of course.

Tuesday, 28 February 2012

Monday, 27 February 2012

Not what you learn as children

The frogs in our pond
aren’t story-book green
but slip-slimy algae-slab brown
and sometimes the females are pink.

Sunday, 26 February 2012

Pruning

A dozen vivid orange branch ends
robin objects loudly
from the adjoining apple tree

Saturday, 25 February 2012

Stones from four days in Edinburgh

1 brief stop for lunch
England 3, Scotland 2
white flagpoles on the border
north of Berwick

2 Man seen in Princes Street
Blue woolly hat,
side-on cadaverous cheekbones
attractive
An hour later
full face tragic and gaunt
in Rose Street

3 from a coffee shop in Nicolson Street
Scarlet 'Shelter' embroidered shirts
Callow compassion, clipboard questioning
of white-cockaded mid-teen cadets
forcing pedestrians into the gutter.

4 from the Hotel du Vin
Window table overlooking
urinal style white tiles
candle flames echoing repetition
beyond the black horizoned blind

Tuesday, 21 February 2012

Inexplicable

Bright blue foam packaging
right-angled inserts
inexplicably reminiscent
of an unrecalled childhood experience
of a hospital operating theatre

Monday, 20 February 2012

Sunday, 19 February 2012

Saturday, 18 February 2012

What's in a name?


I suppose there might be dafter names for a pair of shoes
and I've heard of eating one's hat
but ... really?

Friday, 17 February 2012

On my way to buy a morning paper #29

Two days in succession
a discarded cotton handkerchief
one blue edged, the other red,
Never ever spotted one before
no explanation

Thursday, 16 February 2012



Books - they colour and add life to an otherwise pale and faded room
and very often to a ditto existence.





Bookshelves - they sometimes help to organise,
sometimes just keep them off the floor.

Wednesday, 15 February 2012

Studio - messy and neglected




Accusing me for having stayed away
for making coloured pictures using words
not aluminium plates and acid
nor tile grout patterned onto card
not ink
but if I tidy everything away
I know it will be ten times harder to restart.

Tuesday, 14 February 2012

My office, upstairs, eastern-facing, room




Antelope applied in 1988
or thereabouts
the walls too covered, room too full
to even think about re-painting.
And anyway, the colours change enough
albeit slowly.

Monday, 13 February 2012

Sunday, 12 February 2012

Spare bedroom



Mediterranean merit here
offering yellow and blue
a carefully-selected corner
ignoring the chaos beyond
and the dirty brown day
outside the window

Saturday, 11 February 2012

Neglected



Observation only ever in this room
when we have visitors
Otherwise the tattered shabbiness
of my ever-favourite, multi-coloured Habitat settee
does not impinge.

Friday, 10 February 2012

Fruitbowl

Unripe Williams pears
shape still voluptuous
bitter green gives the lie
nowt but pained frustration
 And now I've photographed them
I see an imitation 'Conversation Piece'
as made by Juan Munoz

Thursday, 9 February 2012

displaced

A displaced, enforced day of different time scales,
lots of unknown people forcibly incarcerated
in a lecture situation, bombarded by statistics
not helped by maroon curtains and the unremittingness of grey

Wednesday, 8 February 2012

in the bathroom

Already condemned, abused and doomed
for a seventies avocado suite
I’ve compounded the error by painting the walls
chalky emulsion Etruscan red

Tuesday, 7 February 2012

On the bedroom wall


Vivid against the wall whose blue
delivered a similar buzz
to the exhibitions the posters advertise
carborundum prints of Hughie O’ Donoghue
paintings of Prunella Clough

Monday, 6 February 2012

Coloured rooms - dining room

All the sell your house daytime TV programmes
show garish naked rooms,
colour declared a statement of error,
but I love my colourful rooms
(although this IS the only two colour one!)

Sunday, 5 February 2012

from the dining room window





Green-dirty greyness of the frozen pond
birds-foot scuffing damage to the bank
negates the crisply pristine whiteness 

Saturday, 4 February 2012

The sky last night at half past four ...

Something of rosewater
sickly and cloying
fondant and foil-wrapped,
least favourite filling
from a Black Magic box.

Friday, 3 February 2012

Right before my eyes

Five yellow post-it notes
scribbled pencil marks
bunting reminders
stark against the blackness of the screen

Thursday, 2 February 2012

On my way to buy a morning paper #27

More colour in the world today –
subtle grays, no longer black and orange –
yet I have  Prodigy’s ‘Firestarter’ in my head;
take time to wonder why
and recall a sports page headline
something to do with India and cricket.

Wednesday, 1 February 2012

On my way to buy a morning paper #26

Ragged pennants, princeling pale
against the French grey sky;
blackbird pipes potential victory

[As last year, I intend to post a coloured stone every day during February]