Hit
Hit
I got an email today from a coral
wanting to know why I don't have a car
I replied it is none of your business
blooming nosy crustacean
but corals aren't the type to let things lie
three phone calls, two texts
and registered delivered letter
later
I received a cheque from his mates
on the barrier reef
so I can buy an SUV
but I'm not that sort of bloke
I sponsored a rhino i...
Sunday 30th March 2014 2:11 pm
Rememberance
Rememberance
the doctor says, 'your baby is not alive'
yeah I know
but it's the missus I'm worried about now
the Simpsons play on the TV in the side room
but you don't laugh
instead the missus lets out a wail
that no actress can reproduce
no cliche ridden bullshit will let you hear
no poetic crap about darkness
or pretendy metaphor nonsense
the fact is
that it's not what you th...
Friday 28th March 2014 11:54 am
First Meeting
First Meeting
I follow the crowd pulled by curiosity.
The day is hot, even for morning it's hot.
The Jordon shimmers through the reeds, cold green,
licking the foot prints at the water's edge
into flatness. He waits for us, glowing,
on the far bank, hand in welcome to cross.
The new sun dazzles, but some, bright blinded,
enter the water. The splashing of feet dulls
as they reach midst...
Sunday 23rd March 2014 8:40 pm
A Moment of Tension
A Moment of Tension
Amidst the bracken, ferns, the spreading birch,
we find a red brick, half buried. Not much
of a find. Digging it with your toe perched
on point, I trace a faded denim stitch
of your knee length skirt, to a dead nettle.
This morning, spreading toast with marmalade
we talked of little, preferring kettle's
song to accompany the rustling crack
of nylon jackets, rucks...
Friday 21st March 2014 8:10 pm
Musing in Ilkley Cemetery
Musing In Ilkley Cemetery
No more on the hill the Middleton clan,
now resting apart in municipal plot.
He to the left with the Romans and Catholics,
she to the right among Protestant stock.
He passes his time amongst sisters and Irish,
she spends her days with the cream of the mill.
And were they to rise, and meet on the pathway,
they could look through the Ash t...
Thursday 20th March 2014 2:52 pm
Dusk
Dusk
out beyond the samphire beds
muddied shoes muddied legs
hang expectant over bridge’s edge
dangling for crabs
saltmarsh ditch with water lapping
seagulls hang with wings unflapping
sunset pink with all the trappings
frame this gilded scene
beneath serene North Sea sky
big brother emits triumphant cry
for mother with her net to try
coordinate the catch
...
Tuesday 18th March 2014 11:10 pm
Cowt Leaves
Cowt Leaves
dreak sun breke shap
yon dale frost
yolk hird whit wurn
plunt t'gin map
blit spar cowt
t'out fire
heft sky barwake
an' sigh
drip t'aft nowt on
snow ript hird
blue nikt
yon Queen bayns
all winter rain
'tin t'air
hooked eyen shut
dreak frock
bayn virgin hills
nost an' nost an' rast
t'river
The Blue Book - https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00I...
Tuesday 18th March 2014 12:29 pm
After Satie
After Satie
hoping - waiting
hoping
waiting
softly opens the promise of spring
waiting - sighing
hoping
waiting
surely blackbirds in echo will sing
- now - yon -
gone
waiting
waiting
sighing
soon sunlight will flourish on field
hoping
field - in the daylight earth treasure will yield
yon - sighing -
day
comes
lonely for someone w...
Sunday 16th March 2014 9:23 pm
Bossy
She finds I more entrapped
in amber, on her shelf among her novels.
Trophy books of sappy learning,
enforce, preserve, her want of faith.
Smooth to the touch
each spine unbroken
relents it's place
upon her shelf.
Rests for coffee
upon the table,
unread,
unknown, it listens,
to committee exchanges, reportage,
repartee, lapsang souchong,
agree with me, brittle built
petty need...
Saturday 15th March 2014 12:51 am
The Farming Forecast
South southeast, veering wet,
poor, Whigfield tufted sheep
craw chewed, styled to taste
last year's chic. Yellow green
sods, wind blown, too big boots,
head swollen, thistled through.
Crow puddled islands, apple
beaked, nasal juice, laps up
the scaled legs. Trips unwary
sea grey, oven ready, mitten
warm, gamboling lamb, good.
Friday 14th March 2014 7:24 pm
Come Leaves Burst
Come Leaves Burst
Trait o'er sun breaks the dale.
Frost's house glows, cream egg
polished tooth, candle mass, whey
over trees. The stamen daisy
windows direct, connect, stripe
the barwaken sky dripping
rainbow strait watercolour
melting snow blue. Cold, rapt,
enwrapped cold, old night pulls
the Queen, who names the vale,
to heave all winter's rain,
hooked, eyed, crochet quavere...
Thursday 13th March 2014 10:28 am
The Christmas Gift
Unkin, rejected,
steel
to the rock sky.
Tribute, collected,
club
eleven dead suns.
Ascending repented
stairs,
culverine comet
hobbles, unlamented:
taxes
one thousand stars.
Wednesday 12th March 2014 4:01 pm
Mary Berry
Mary Berry, pulled in tight,
knees together, face alight
to the tablet in her hand. Gears
grind, commuting daily, she fears
the woman to her right
demurely dressed, may catch sight
of the word Can Upset Nursing Team.
Robin Buffchest, alpha male,
sets his points to grease the rail,
enter through the female arts
of parts, unconnected to the heart;
which pulse, quail, and never fail
to ...
Tuesday 11th March 2014 2:24 pm
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