scrumpled dashes dots and lines

  A number of poems have come to me during London commutes. “Every morning because it’s wonderful to watch” originated on the platform at East Finchley station. When I find myself waiting for a train to arrive, I still sometimes think about the poem between the tracks. Other tube poems include Trapped items Tube SketchContinue reading “scrumpled dashes dots and lines”

It grows ever darker: autumn evenings

During the first months of posting on my blog in 2012, I opened this short piece with a reminiscence about the red creepers that draped my undergraduate university during autumn. I went on to comment on the dark evenings that enclose this season in the Northern hemisphere — I tweet much more when I’m inContinue reading “It grows ever darker: autumn evenings”

Now, to – I must address

The speaker of “An address from a lectern” is, in my writer-narrator’s mind, a young woman from the Eastern Cape. From the poem itself, I guess it would be difficult to deduce as much – and that she is presenting to an audience in London. I wished to find a woman speaking from a lectern as the accompanyingContinue reading “Now, to – I must address”

Working Girls

How am I supposed to compete with Nicole, Fully Experienced who is able to stroke false lashes onto her eyelids rather than lose the wily moults to the back of a chair? Nicole, with her cream of know-how, certainly has a drawer of négligée and suitable apparatus for pranking Unlike 8 pairs of cotton briefs, stitchedContinue reading “Working Girls”

A cooking attempt for colleagues

(inspired by Sachin’s story) the fat floated to the top I scraped it off on setting I melted a combination dark chocolate and caramel bars. Dark chocolate I love. At work they prefer caramel bars. On setting to the top a combination dark chocolate and caramel bars separated as fat on the top. On settingContinue reading “A cooking attempt for colleagues”

Headlines

I haven’t read the news today, but it knows how to chassé into my life. Laid out in Budgens 4th Briton beheaded splashed from the Saturday cover pages into my eyes. Over lunch cooking on the radio the weekly round-up where the chatter chewed over NHS woes, the nurse’s strike. Before I could log onContinue reading “Headlines”

The bees credit it as some point of luxury to be on the Tube

I have written a number of poems inspired by London commuting, including this surreal scene posted last year. Here are some others: On the Way to Westminster (a personal favourite) Trapped Items Tunnel Days Tube Sketch

Hope and Sky have disappeared

“Northern (Hen) Harrier” by Len Blumin from Mill Valley, California, United States – Northern Harrier. Licensed under CC BY 2.0 via Wikimedia Commons. a poem written in London on Sept. 26th, 2014 Sky’s signal stopped September 10th. Three days later, Hope’s did too. Birds of their kind hunt small mammals. Birds of their kind areContinue reading “Hope and Sky have disappeared”

Black coats, black pavements, black umbrellas, the rain

“Kirchner 1913 Street, Berlin“. Licensed under Public domain via Wikimedia Commons. John Keats wrote his famous ode ‘To Autumn‘ on the 19th of September 1819. This partially inspired my poem posted this time last year. (This year, we are enjoying a generous bolt of extended warmth. The colder snap is still to come.) “Autumn’s ripened harvest store” offersContinue reading “Black coats, black pavements, black umbrellas, the rain”

118A Creighton Avenue

Behind cardboard boxes, I’m in the corner. Leaning on a cushion, I’m in the dark. Potatoes are humming rich smells from the oven. Getting the girls to bed: they have to be given a bottle each; it’s tea and bath before. When they’ve gone to sleep The grownups eat tired potatoes at 9pm. It’s alwaysContinue reading “118A Creighton Avenue”