Seen from the poet’s loft:Red London bus, double-decker,then a postal van.Grassy yards where in the bedsTulips, bluebells, wilder forget-me-notsNow show. A man in puffy jacket,fluorescent against ground greyfar away.A neighbour shakes a sheetup to the washing-line. Pigeons, magpies, parakeets,finches, robins, full-bodied crowsfrequent the rooftiles,Conifer,Wooden fence below. Some say on such a dayThe only colour toContinue reading “Palette of an overcast spring day”
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What to share?
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?”
Comparison
The lock on the bolt hung like a coat flashing its lining of polished gold. The weathered door was envious; Its varnish long sapped by the sun. — New poems have been a little scarce recently because I have been writing about my dating experiences again. I have yet to find the courage, or fictionalisingContinue reading “Comparison”
An overdose of summer
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”
Conscripted
Rain slaps against the windowpane. Wee! Wee! It jests and jeers. Look at our ease of water-dash and drip and fall while you – Haha! – neith’ eight nor sixteen lines have wrought on that page. It’s all for nought, despite your ink-filled fountain pen. Yes, I see the sky makes way its blue forContinue reading “Conscripted”
Preceding seafaring that was not to transpire
She takes to heart her ship That is upon their advice. Before her and harbour, In good forecast she sets Friendship to the friend As the anchor of relationships. Later she squints through time’s telescope: Fearful sad that lens. It magnifies other ways winds blow. — Visit my first volume here for aContinue reading “Preceding seafaring that was not to transpire”
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”
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