Wednesday 27 August 2014

Hamnavoe in Hamnavoe

The rising sun, at half past six
still low enough
to be blotted out
by the ferry passing my pier

Saturday 23 August 2014

From behind closed curtains in Inverness

Seagull's single bark of surprise
followed by cruel laughter
like he'd discovered his best mate
shagging the barmaid.
The one they'd both agreed last night
was minging.

Tuesday 19 August 2014

From my office window

Several dozen starlings suddenly alight
for a frenzied twenty seconds' gorge
on scarlet rowan berries.

Monday 18 August 2014

Satisfaction

Turning the tumble of too-fleeting words in my head
to eight hundred words on the screen -
and all before breakfast -
means the rest of the day should be good.

Friday 15 August 2014

stepped out

Filigree satellites
planted overnight
on our front lawn.
Listening to our every conversation?

Thursday 14 August 2014

Misheard

Not a trundling of dozens of wheelie-bins, on cobbles
but thunder from a pale grey sky.