Highest Priority

Thank you for signing up for your HP daily updates. Each day we reveal your most important task. Before you had this service, words and deeds you left undone, passed over in your routine haste. Today’s commission is to assist a woman lost on Highgate Hill. She clutches a page with the address. These areContinue reading “Highest Priority”

That’s it

  The orange has been wrung of juice. The garlic’s lost its tang. The salad leaves have dropped their wings. The kitchen now has closed.   — I do like a good food-related poem. Sometimes it’s more or less simply about the food: Most versatile Salad with mackerel Or the words: Recipe Kitchen Alchemy OnContinue reading “That’s it”

Tall ship

Tall ship Ready your largest sail. Today promises high winds! The snow blew in. The black waves froze darting shoals. We’ve come to the end of our time. — I’m in the mood for sailing seas. The forthcoming Tall Ships Festival at Greenwich strikes part of me as something interesting. Today it’s been a drizzly bankContinue reading “Tall ship”

Auspicious and uncanny things

Regular followers will know that I have a fond relationship with my Dad. Or had, as he passed away in 2009. But every now and then I feel as though he sends greetings. Of course, rationally this is nonsensical, but the part of me that is sympathetic to the metaphysical and symbolic finds these resonances appealing. ConsiderContinue reading “Auspicious and uncanny things”

A day too fine for words

Trump such sultry sunshine with a screen? That will not stem creation. The words set out for basting in the warmth; crossed the bridge at Embankment station. The Thames and sequins on its skirt, scintilled in summer brio. The words, now on the move, snacked on radishes a frio. — Thursday, 3rd July was suchContinue reading “A day too fine for words”

look – really look

I will be 80 this year here in my flat only a mile and a half from where I was born. I have tried to lead by example, by plunging my narrow balcony into the principality of hanging gardens. Concrete is brutal. It needs softening. Plants should have dominion. We breakfast amidst the crisp verdureContinue reading “look – really look”

Happy 2nd birthday, blog!

Looking Back at Cuttings and Proteas: a log entry about growth and development Two years and 217 posts ago the BeadedQuill blog was born. On 15th June 2013, after decades of hiding my fiction writing in notebooks, I decided to share it with the wider world. To my 123 signed-up blog followers, I say aContinue reading “Happy 2nd birthday, blog!”

Star of Sirius, lapping Star of Sirius

Yesterday my poem “And a” was inspired by a CD of The Best of Boogie Woogie. Quite coincidentally, on June 3rd last year I posted a poem I’d written many years ago in response to a piece at a jazz concert. Music has long been a source of great enrichment in my life. Playing in amateurContinue reading “Star of Sirius, lapping Star of Sirius”

And a

One two three four One two three. And a oneity two three four one two three _ [fine] Oneity oneity oneity oneity oneity two three four-a yeah ah peep for Parp twoity three _ Oneity two me four this song’s three four-a want to join me? Catch twoity three _ [Da capo] — The beginning/end-of-theContinue reading “And a”

A short poem from the wood

They are tall and have green eye-lids. See how they blink at the sun. trees — Being amongst trees makes my soul so happy. There are a number of woods where I live in London and I consider it my commute to work to walk through them when I have time set aside for writing.Continue reading “A short poem from the wood”