stones of communication

Saturday, 2 January 2021

How efficient is snow

Straight down, fined to near-invisibility

deposits, in just minutes

inches - three or four - on top of cars.

Soft-sludged to translucent

snow on ice on duckweed

colour of a much-hated 'tonic'

forced upon me when I was a child

Late up, late out and lighter

Musing on the character of a character

Knowing her outgoing, loving and giving

I realise she's a Friday child

Add mercy

And have the title of my yet-to-be begun novel.

we kiss when we coincide in the kitchen

Mist over the river diverted me to the golf-course path

to see stereotypical stripes of gentle white

interspersed with Paynes grey tops of trees and distant hills;

wind blades still.

From number three to number six
Holywell Green
the road is wet/dry scalloped
where precipitation failed to penetrate
the trees.

A discarded latex glove
and my mind flips between
man who manages five times a night
and close-coupled gang-bang.

Another morning
waiting for the weather to be coloured in .

Saw a metaphor for the sadness of my MC :

the sudden wrongness of a never-gonna-fly-again, rain-clogged feather

Fringed bunting shadows of lockdown uncut verges
Scattered bright green circumflexes
of sycamore

next-door's crimson tulips
maintaining social distance