Wednesday, 28 December 2011

M62 from Hull

Serried ranks of orange reeds,
alongside deep dark-shining ditch:

Wednesday, 21 December 2011

Shortest day

And shorter still by dint of heavy cloud
and the fact of travelling to Europe later today
wherein we lose another hour,
but a bonus in that I can stride out
without fear of flipping over

Monday, 19 December 2011

Brown on white

Coffee granules,
jogged from a spoon
and falling onto a just-wiped surface,
speed into bloom.

Saturday, 17 December 2011

Overturned tart?

Sky the colour of much-handled pastry,
pale apricot filling around the edge.

Friday, 16 December 2011


Stiff black U shapes
hung overnight
too close to the heat
from the boiler

Thursday, 15 December 2011

Finely balanced books

Now my yet-to-be-read pile has reached fourteen
(plus three of the ten lent by my daughter,
at the end of last month)
I am beginning to panic, slightly.

Wednesday, 14 December 2011

Tuesday, 13 December 2011

Monday, 12 December 2011

Seen in Suffolk from the A14

Polka-dotted seagulls
in a field of hutted, muddy pigs,
beside another field of stripes,
semi-sage and biscuit

Friday, 9 December 2011


That I could hear the plane this morning
told me the wind had died

Thursday, 8 December 2011

Black versus white

Three dimensions of windy sky space
yet the crow and the seagull
cannot agree to share.

Wednesday, 7 December 2011

On my way to buy a morning paper #16

Difficult to tell in the dark
whether blackness of sky
is due to lack of the sun
or imminent pouring down rain

Tuesday, 6 December 2011

On my way to buy a morning paper #15

Turned a dark corner to be met with disaster
myriad blue flashing lights
a moment to realise it's not an emergency
but somebody's tree-full for christmas

Monday, 5 December 2011

On my way to buy a morning paper #14

Frowning to stay upright
I dissuade all morning greetings
and omit to post the letters
I diverted for

Sunday, 4 December 2011


Next door's early morning
chopped back apple trees
revealed last night
an unexpected tableau
in a well-lit
hitherto unviewed
back bedroom

Saturday, 3 December 2011

No obvious explanation

For ten days now,
a mattress and a divan
brand new, polythene-wrapped
left uncollected
at the side of the house next but one.

Thursday, 1 December 2011

On my way to buy a morning paper #13

Fifty minutes late
and no-one says 'good morning'
- we have not the two years plus
of graduated nodding
in acknowledgement