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#WorldCurlewDay2025
I am not your enemy dear messenger,
but still your intent feels murderous.
And though your reckless,
adrenaline fuelled passes and dopplered cries
have sent these old instincts into full flight mode,
my head disappearing into my shoulders,
my sixty-year-old body separated from my bicycle
to lie expediently on this damp grassy bank,
I...
Monday 21st April 2025 11:26 am
The Seventh Whistler
The Seventh Whistler (after William Wordsworth)
for World Curlew Day April 21st 2025
By slough and marsh my dog commits
to muck and fun on coastal walk
swathed on our way through rugged fields
in Cumberland’s old mizzled cloak.
Until a statue he became,
as through sea mist the air was split
with ghostly cry from unlit worlds:
the seventh whistler on th...
Thursday 17th April 2025 4:21 pm
The Safety of Clouds
On hard wet ground,
exposed like a pulsing nerve,
half a yard from the comfort of grass,
it writhed unsteadily to unheard music
while the connoisseur’s eye
judged its girth from a bush.
Rainwater marinated
and near wasted after a night of passion,
casting tired letter shapes
as the sun split clouds overhead,
this six inch night crawler
knew its place ...
Tuesday 8th April 2025 8:49 am
One Called Paul
Five drab juveniles land outside my window;
goth eyeliner, raucous and rucking over territory,
fouling up my window ledge, five floors high.
Under murmured shadows, three leave suddenly,
startle the two, who, drawing close, look to each other,
before the larger wings it with thousands in late city skies.
The smallest catches reflections in the high rise glass,
checks its rag ...
Sunday 6th April 2025 1:28 pm
You and I
In some other universe, you and I didn’t play
football as kids. We weren’t lucky enough to
have Mr Walker as our teacher.
The team photograph doesn’t exist in this other
place, so people wouldn’t wonder why we looked
so serious, you and I.
Or maybe through some weirdness, we lost
the cup final, so the victory meal at the
chippie would have been cancelled.
Or at ...
Thursday 3rd April 2025 1:14 pm
Fireweed
Grown wild, unclaimed and loose in lanes,
he peed higher, spat further, swore louder
than any other latchkey street weed.
Green acolytes, summoned with strangled
banshee howls, drawn to worship as he spoke
to us in bloodied tongues for a dare.
Envied for knowledge of hidden pathways
by the railway, and his dead bat in a matchbox,
which some could see for tu...
Thursday 20th March 2025 8:43 pm
Sentience in Sticks
Descartes rocked up the other day.
Wanted a deep philosophical discussion
with my dog, Derek:
said that Derek’s theory of Sentience in Sticks
was at variance with the idea of a divine transcendent spirituality
and was completely implausible,
for what had sticks ever achieved?
Derek responded:
said that consciousness was a ubiquitous feature of the universe,
and pe...
Tuesday 4th March 2025 9:03 am
Leveret (after Carolyn Jess-Cooke)
Forty weeks I wondered what would happen.
Bought a tiny cardigan while waiting,
embroidered with some meadow hares in sunshine
and wee blue shoes that you would never wear.
With little witchy hand you grasped my finger,
your body wrapped in heirloom knitted cloth,
each breath I watched and listened in the pauses
and worried as within the sling I held you.
The dand...
Thursday 27th February 2025 11:26 am
Coming Home
I wonder if, like me, the winter skies at Cunswick,
swathed in low cloud, above old scars of crag
and frozen garlands of brown bracken,
anticipate the welcome return of African visitors;
if underfoot, limestone bones ache for warmth,
dark fissured slabs buried beneath grass paths,
quietly longing for early May’s trick of light,
tired bodies aloft after months of migrat...
Sunday 23rd February 2025 6:48 pm
Multiple Choice
I took the test again today. Turned on Radio Four.
Listened to a story about the homeless.
Then came kids orphaned by bomb blasts
in another country.
But that was too hard,
so I moved on …
Started up the car instead of doing the walking thing;
it was raining and I needed...
Sunday 16th February 2025 9:58 am
This Work Is Done
This is an old feeling,
standing by this evening’s field,
these dark rags hanging, strung on wire,
beaks silent and unmoving under a stretched sky.
So which lore or gods apply?
Would it help to free your feathers,
wake thought and memory in cold skulls,
wear a black cape in silhouetted brotherhood?
Should I take up your work?
Am I a familiar to a Norse god,
...Tuesday 11th February 2025 6:31 am
Derek’s Theory of Quantum Stiles
Einstein phoned the other day.
Wanted to speak quite urgently
with my dog, Derek:
said that Derek’s theory of
quantum stiles was interesting
but lacked empirical evidence
and wasn’t supported by
the mathematics.
Derek disagreed:
described the process of walking with me,
taking the early morning river route
along the side of the Kent under Cumbrian ski...
Sunday 9th February 2025 11:42 am
Einstein’s Theory of Simultaneity
… or Not Now Albert
after Albert Einstein and Thomas Morley
It’s about time
but now is not the time
for it is not how now works.
Fa la la la la la la la la,
In fact now is meaningless;
now is a clumsy construct
from Newton’s classical calendar.
... fa la la la la la laah
Behind the times,
now is neither here
n...
Saturday 8th February 2025 10:27 pm
The Magic Age (after Jenny Joseph)
When I am old I shall apply for a bus pass
and roam around Cumbria’s roads on the 555.
I shall sit upstairs at the front of the bus
with a stick and my rucksack,
with a flask and sandwiches
and imagine I am a falcon flying up and over Dunmail Raise.
I will use my bus pass every day,
even on days I don’t need to go anywhere;
I shall scan it just to hear the beep of ano...
Monday 3rd February 2025 3:42 pm
Schrödinger's Mouse
Your love of my raspberries has resulted
in this late evening walk in headtorch,
to hedges of hazel and blackthorn,
far enough from home to foil ideas of return.
Aware of owls ripping through moonlight,
I kneel in damp fescue and sedge,
clutching this tilt trap of quantum uncertainty;
mouse or no mouse? that is the question.
The trap gate opens. You see me...
Thursday 30th January 2025 4:24 pm
Tidy
Tidy
In a tidy garden, cold on crazy paving, stranded by the shed, the dead rat lies:
reluctant penitent at prayer, thin paws held stiffly,
eyes shut in death throe rictus, tail curled, hugging a frosted abdomen.
Exploration driven by hunger,
the tempering of wariness leading to a lingering end;
lately drawn from Sunday fields, before dawn’s broken promise,
the lure of f...
Tuesday 28th January 2025 8:22 pm
Drifting
Light seeps through cracked lashes.
The new day’s tide sweeps a winter beach,
debris left on rippled sand
forms a room of furniture
in a head weighed with questions.
Out of frozen vaults of memory,
a canvas dragged into the morning sun
thaws slowly, mixed colour through frost
leaching out in blurred patches
on old bones in a strange bed.
Who owns these sho...
Thursday 23rd February 2023 11:12 pm
My Aunty's Coat
Swaddled and happy,
I drown in my aunty’s best coat;
here on mottled kodak paper,
monochrome fun in a breeze block back yard,
swimming through sixties patchouli oil,
an eight year old ginger face
grinning back through time and fake fur,
hem brushing scuffed Clarks T Bar sandals,
heavy raglan sleeves pulled high
over skinny, freckled arms,
all worries shelved for...
Tuesday 7th February 2023 2:05 pm
Yew
In search of yew in Borrowdale
that shared the sun with Judas,
I walk a rutted path,
aware of twinges, snares, rocks,
carrying your paints and easel
along with this bowl of words,
no longer fit for consumption,
mold festering in knots
from sour touching fruit within.
And if these words were berries,
gardeners would stand disappointed
at the canker in the bark...
Tuesday 31st January 2023 11:25 am
On The Road To Samaria
In expensive shoes,
he negotiated life in the third person;
toes swathed in top quality calfskin,
safe from random shit and shards,
where neither grass nor paved path
could sully his soft arches and soles.
He wore fine suits;
an actor avoiding the fourth wall,
costumed and painted with lines learnt,
senses fenced off with silk and cashmere,
any truthful light blo...
Friday 27th January 2023 11:15 pm
Clearance
In the wreckage of a house clearance,
a face distorts in a fractured glass eye.
Painted on gesso and northern white pine,
old acrylic eyelashes flash a recognition.
Stippled like a stormy summer,
worn and battered flanks shiver in the dust.
A torn rosette from a forgotten fete
hangs by a mane, shabby and faded.
Familiar sounds echo in the room:
the rhythmic sq...
Sunday 22nd January 2023 8:43 pm
Masterclass
The shed was an apex all-wood
home-built construction,
erected that furnace of a summer
when we burnt in the shade
and our feet turned to leather,
a backdrop of screaming swifts
swooping like mad dot banshees
in the forget me not blue.
We stood back and admired
the woody quality of its sturdiness,
overlooked the imperfections;
worth the blisters and sweari...
Thursday 19th January 2023 10:29 pm
Sitting In A Semi (after David Bowie)
Remote in a Cumbrian village,
removed and adrift as instructed,
I have become a modern Major Tom,
floating with the tins and toilet rolls,
bouncing off the ceiling, walls and floor.
Behind glass, I message Planet Earth,
well placed for views in virtual space,
sitting in a semi, playing spot the Herdwick,
clapping frontline health service warriors
and other admirable...
Saturday 4th July 2020 12:40 pm
Dandelion Sun
Dandelion Sun (opening poem from Fledge published by Maytree Press July 31st 2020)
A child’s sun finds a dream in young eyes.
In blinks of dandelion eclipses,
refracted light reflects on retinas
holding warmth in ragged leaves
below a flower standing up and out.
Ryegrass and foxtail for company,
a golden head of petals,
swaying and slight,
is there and gone and...
Wednesday 17th June 2020 9:46 pm
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