What to share? A truck on the High Road Is a rumble away. Fresh breeze, cold noise, morning cloud. A white morning is smaller than usual. Less time. The garden’s recovering, sucking the soil. Where is the water? 26/08/2018 — This almost early autumn morning was probably the opposite of today. Today, outside, the skyContinue reading “What to share?”
Warm mayhem It was a scorcher today. We ate ice-lollies in the office and called it quits at five only to find the District Line had melted. 24/08/2016 – It really is too hot for any more words about this very warm day in London. Some say it has been the hottest day of the year.Continue reading “It was a scorcher today”
Along a back road He set off from the village when the blossoms dropped their petal tears and the green buds bid to escape from the branches. While walking along a back road, he was stopped First by an old woman who bent over a stick. The stick gave way on the path. The oldContinue reading “He could not pause too long”
Plant asters by autumn When all else fades, semi-trailing heath comes into its own. In banks and borders snow-petalled asters make a brilliant ground cover. Shimmering their heads: a butterfly magnet in the wildlife garden’s banks and borders. Plant this by autumn, plant this great choice in height and spread before the winter turns. –Continue reading “plant this great choice in height and spread”
In the poem “Summermelon” two characters – the super-hero of pre-used words and Watermelon Boy – spit pips. “Summermelon” was another poem from last year that fitted into the set Emily’s Poems for Modern Boys. You can preview the book here. — T: @BeadedQuill F: BeadedQuill Books by BeadedQuill
“Another Summer’s Day” – a poem from this time last year about balmy summer temperatures that taunt you when you’re in the office. I love the illustrative image so much that I’ve set it once again as my personal FB profile pic over this warm summer season. The slightly saucy, deceptively demure water nymphette resonatesContinue reading “On the verge of blue”
Soft to the thumb, the pear I sliced was gone. It was rotten inside. In a wither of ruffles the rose-heads have browned dry in the heat. They sodden after it’s stormed. Even the blowflies ferocious have stopped their wings, landed their green torpedoes for the last time. Something from lunch churns in my stomachContinue reading “An overdose of summer”
A merry poem from the archive about summer’s sunny kisses. Vintage postcard image courtesy of Postcard Diva.
Posted this time last year, “Conversation” is a poem about a balmy summer scene.
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”