Thursday, 30 June 2011


bed loose and littered with irrelevances
cream wool blankets folded back upon themselves
accusation from the oblong of its door-less room 
of dusty abandonment, careless unthinking neglect ...
my once-single, now cuckolded, etching press.

Wednesday, 29 June 2011

Pavement art

Carefully right-angled and conjoined
four different greys of tarmac patchings
an accidental, incidental, monochrome Sean Scully

Tuesday, 28 June 2011

Time to tidy?

Unusually I'm irritated by the muddle of my space:
wires black confusion and the dusty piles,
papers needing replying, books to stand up straight
and CDs to put away elsewhere.

Monday, 27 June 2011


Yesterday’s window-smacked waxwing,
headless by teatime,
gone by the morning,
bar the grey downy feathers
incongruous in the green grass.

July stones and daily discipline

I've missed the daily discipline of three of the first four months of the year: 

A river of stones for January, which began in December with 'Raindrops'  was followed by my personal, colour-inspired stones for February, starting with an explanation and then after a somewhat stuttering March, I took up Jo Prescott's A poem a day for April, the first three of which described my difficulties with Script Frenzy (soon failed dismally).

July won't be completed daily, although there might well be retrospective entries, but I will aim to be as poetically observant as possible