Scherzo: Allegro before the Finale

as told to me by Klara Last week three of my octogenarian friends dropped in. Nobody drops in on me! But they did: from Brighton, Cambridgeshire and Dorset.   So, where are we going out tonight? asked my friend from Brighton. I had no idea, but we found pizza.   (I don’t know why IContinue reading “Scherzo: Allegro before the Finale”

Instructions

  Pine for the pigeon as a cat. Cover the house from ground to roof. You’re ivy. Start as a seedling in mid-summer.   These are six ways to complicate your life.   —   I tweet as @BeadedQuill. Please follow me on Twitter. Have a glance at my first volume of poetry here. SHININGContinue reading “Instructions”

A definition, notably for the cloud-dwelling artists

Success is speaking to the people who matter, In networking when due. Waste no time on a satyr. Success is doing what you should for Work, for Security, for Good. It’s silence when your speech would rattle, And indifference to a pointless battle. Success is deafness to all that’s ugly, But sympathy if your deed’sContinue reading “A definition, notably for the cloud-dwelling artists”

In an alleyway of thought

In an alleyway of thought A nibbling rat sniffs amongst the kitchen waste, snouts for a morsel to inch through. It’s a voracious, fat-bellied rat carrier of diseased fleas and nibbler of all that should be left to decompose. Such is clinging mind: it won’t let go. — For another poem that develops a metaphorContinue reading “In an alleyway of thought”

Look At

Today the sour faces coming out of front doors of those who must go to work the pinched looks of those shuffling with shopping trolleys; those who must buy groceries Look at Grey Mullet laid on ice at the fishmonger’s Look at whole others who smile weakly and wave that magazine for the homeless/unemployed outsideContinue reading “Look At”

Tightly Sealed

In four homemade hummus lines I can tell a half bowl of you about leftover Friday rice. In at five, the rather wrinkled mushrooms tell their brown paper, we’re from Zoe. In four lines broccoli, I, a courgette, can three carrots tell, tell vacuum-packed beetroot about yellowing curly kale on the lower shelf. In aContinue reading “Tightly Sealed”

A poem about scales

The flame is a scale held to the light. It flickers in petition. It bids us to reignite some salacity already gutted from our life. red herring — Yes, that last line is akin to a title. I remembered that Debussy does likewise in his Préludes. At the moment I am swimming with the red herrings.Continue reading “A poem about scales”