Saturday, 31 March 2012

Not a physical structure today

But awareness of a lack of mental
contemplating myriad unfinished projects
seeing them become unwieldy

Friday, 30 March 2012

Suffering in silence?

Invisible, the internal structure of a cheap and apparently cheerful pint glass
until it stands empty, in sunshine
wavering striped shadows revealing unimagined stress

Thursday, 29 March 2012

posting stuff on Flickr

A retrospective, structural observation
from a 'Stromness, Orkney, wood and stone' tagged photo set
to which I’ve added the description
“Gates and fence-posts, barbed wire and baler twine”

Wednesday, 28 March 2012

On looking at photo album from the nineteen-seventies

No recollection of how it then felt
to be new mother of one, then two, then three
nor knowledge that I’d one day be older
than the parents, grandparents pictured therein.

Tuesday, 27 March 2012

Monday, 26 March 2012

A minor pondering

very large petrol mower
very small triangular lawn
then I realise he’s a hireling

Sunday, 25 March 2012

Saturday, 24 March 2012

Spring, the sweet spring

A less welcome sign of warmer weather
light-catching ever-moving cloud of little midgy things
above the drainpipe soak

Friday, 23 March 2012

Another one!

This time a shiny sporty scarlet Volvo
‘X1 WAG’
I muse amused upon the myriad possibilities.

Thursday, 22 March 2012

Question on creativity

A number plate on an extremely grimy car
Easy art
and I wondered when did ‘easy’ become more attractive than ‘achievement’?

Wednesday, 21 March 2012

Returning from the gym

Sun catching ivy on tree trunks turns it to chain-mail
them into well-armoured sentries
flanking a naked brown spy

Monday, 19 March 2012

On the windowsill

Fifteen triple A cylinders
empty and useless, power devoured
From now on they’re rechargeable
change of diet for a mouse

Sunday, 18 March 2012

From the back window

Thirteen bigger-than-sparrows 
finial silhouettes on the top-most twigs
of a distant poplar tree.

Saturday, 17 March 2012


Off topic this but I've just received
a Mother's Day card with a warning:
"not suitable for children  under 36 months"

Friday, 16 March 2012

Thursday, 15 March 2012

Sky still

Wipe-clean white-board pale-grey
solid stillness, blank
third morning in a row
makes it hard to believe the sun does still exist.

Wednesday, 14 March 2012

On my way to buy a morning paper #35

Small tree, branches thickly wrapt
‘Angel wing’ à la Farrow and Ball
luminous, luxury blossom.

Tuesday, 13 March 2012

On my way to buy a morning paper #34

Not knowingly grumpy I nevertheless inwardly complained
at the shutters, carriage lamps and faux lead-lighted windows
on irredeemably mid-nineteen-seventies houses.

Monday, 12 March 2012

From the kitchen window

Overnight dew makes vivid green brown stripes
of stack of hawthorn branches
cut ends a glowing, painful cream

Sunday, 11 March 2012

On opening the curtains

Etched and black-inked scribbled verticals
of hawthorn hedge
against the white-dewed field

Friday, 9 March 2012


Solar panels
face-down playing cards
a game of patience
silently awaiting pay-off

Thursday, 8 March 2012

Another circle

Last night the full round moon
only a little higher in the sky
that the rising sun last Thursday
its features those of a family member
temporarily blurred by drink

Wednesday, 7 March 2012

Shelved CDs above my desk

Classical vertical
a pain in the neck to read
the rest horizontal
titles quick-legible
but a fingertip fight to extract

Tuesday, 6 March 2012

On my way to buy a morning paper #32

Solid rectangles of wheelie bins
ambush-hid behind the hawthorn hedges
gun-toting cowboys and Red Indians

Monday, 5 March 2012

Stockton river side

Sharp-edged and crisply red the buildings
face the morning sun
behind, the shadowed citizens
grey-blurred and un-made-over.

Sunday, 4 March 2012

A14/A1(M) north

Viewing the world for five hours
 through the spray-greyed windscreen
one begins to believe it’s near-monochrome
central-perspective composed

Saturday, 3 March 2012

Seventeenth century blacksmith’s cottage

Foot-square, front to back across the ceiling
bevelled-edge and cracked in several places
right-angled ones much smaller
marked with a multiplicity of oval-headed nails
and creak at footsteps overhead.

Friday, 2 March 2012

Thursday, 1 March 2012

Theme for March

Sun confirms my half-decided theme of shape or structure
by appearing through the hawthorn
a perfect fiery circle