Early morning, squeezed betwixt kerbstone and black tarmac of the road, a solitary poppy. Eight inches tall, scarlet petals damp and creased: impossible to deny it embarked on the walk of shame.
stones of communication
a poetical response following close observation: pebbles for rivers of stones
Monday 6 June 2022
Thursday 12 May 2022
On my way to buy a paper #101
Bare-headed, seed-blown dandelion stalks, pale-lit against grass verge by early morning sun, appear somewhat ominous; an invasion of listening aliens from another planet.
The metallic, repetitive squawk of the pub's burglar alarm merely reinforces the impression.
Tuesday 4 May 2021
From my window, 4th May
How black the rain-soaked branches of the rowan
against the new, bright leaves.
Thursday 29 April 2021
God's early morn?
To the east, towering grey clouds
Shiny-edged.
I wait for God's fingers to appear
clutching, and hoping for another ten minutes
before he has to rise.
Thursday 4 February 2021
After lunch
A from-the-corner-of-my-eye, unfocused glance
startled by a ginger tabby, five feet up the conifer.
While mind throws up a juggle of lunatic explanations
eye looks again
and sees it is dead branch.
Thursday 28 January 2021
Momentarily mistaken
NOT slow, large-scape gathered drops from the gutter
but occasional, errant, unwelcome snow.
Sunday 24 January 2021
Sense of time
What I took for granted, until a couple of years ago
was my sense of time: waking in the dark, I could usually guess,
accurate to within ten minutes.
In the last two, three years
It's disappeared.
Sunday 17 January 2021
Golden-plus years of marriage
There's no place nor sense in having conversations we didn't have courage or vocabulary for
in the early days
Not now we've learnt to adjust.
And know kindness - love - is more important.
Thursday 14 January 2021
Slush shapes
Wet overnight snow
rained upon this morning
forms, in places, circles
as if strained through some heavenly colander
Wednesday 13 January 2021
Crowded workshop carpark
Two or maybe three
(might all be done by mirrors)
shaven-headed, black-fleeced men
directing my reversing
None noticing I'd barely noticed them.