To the Valleys

Over the hills in this fulsome of seasons, the rains trigger migration of hartebeests in cravats. With dress suits and readings of love patient, love kind, they sniff over the morning for griddle-pan scones, white-veiled receptions, soft hands at their temples. Ah, all those summers a-toiling they bring back to the valleys as rings inContinue reading “To the Valleys”

Genuine

When it is from deep inside and through my eyes, that crinkled nose – my truest smile. — For some time I was a regular attendee of a writing group. I often presented very short poems (some of which were to feature in ‘Shining in Brightness‘, my first volume and others which are earmarked forContinue reading “Genuine”

Autumn’s ripened harvest store

Black coats, black pavements, black umbrellas, the rain Nights black by 20:00. Achoos in the office. Splutters on the train. Time to switch on the heating and buy doughnuts in the morning. There has sprung the winter hunger and it will only grow — On the 19th September 1819, John Keats wrote this lilting odeContinue reading “Autumn’s ripened harvest store”

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”

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”

Half-a-dozen, a wildcard plus one

A few recent poems have orbited around summer. 29°C captures some moments from the July heatwave. Another Summer’s Day explores more delights of the warmer season. Summer food and outdoor eating, which we enjoy at such times with childlike relish, are enacted by the child characters who feature in Packed Lunches and Summermelon. Tightly Sealed and Look At draw on observations of ordinaryContinue reading “Half-a-dozen, a wildcard plus one”

Summermelon

In which the superhero of pre-used words makes a re-appearance The superhero of pre-used words met watermelon boy. It was summer. They had pips to spit But also fruit to eat and The superhero of pre-used words and watermelon boy arrived at the driveway, 3 quite sharp. Between them half a shell of watery sweetContinue reading “Summermelon”

Another Summer’s Day

On the verge of blue, it goes for grey brings 16°C instead of heat. A midday change of mind: the afternoon turns kindly, warm to swims in ponds and lemon sorbet if it weren’t a Wednesday workday. London, July 2013 — Follow me on Twitter. I’m @BeadedQuill. At the moment I’m tweeting about occasional amblesContinue reading “Another Summer’s Day”

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”

Packed Lunches

Waitrose produced a cheese-stick from Morrison’s ham and cheese Banana Republic eats chippings of biltong Tesco cries “I got Twix” and holds up a packet of Walkers H+M forks leftover chicken (à la King) from a Tupperware M & S is eating pre-sliced apples from a palm-sized packet Tesco is now eating a carrot stickContinue reading “Packed Lunches”