Barn owls
Barn owls are unearthly.
On moonlit nights they coast
above the fields in silence,
floating white as ghosts.
They bring me out in goosebumps
and were I mouse or vole,
when barn owls came along the street
and knocked on doors for "trick or treat"
I wouldn't pamper them with sweets,
I'd scurry down my hole!
Monday 2nd December 2024 10:02 am
End of Summer
It’s said that one alone don’t make a Summer
but when there’s none at all, is that when Summer’s gone?
And when there’s nothing up there but a shimmer
of dust from the desert superheated by the sun;
and when the sheds and barns remain in silence
from April to October; when radiance that shone
on midge-full fields no longer flicks on mindless
scything wings and sideslippings ...
Saturday 15th June 2024 9:26 am
What is evil
What now, what is evil?
I’m sure we can agree
if killing just one child is awful,
thousands more must be
evil’s outright apogee.
No problem pegging evil.
But how to deal with evil?
Find the men (we know
it’s mainly men). Pronounce those people
lowest of the low.
Blazon what they did, and show
those men to be pure evil.
Now, certain who is evil,
you’...
Wednesday 1st November 2023 10:31 am
Treble’s going
“Look to! Treble’s going…she’s gone.”
I’d cry the time-honoured words when I was young,
my voice a boyish chirrup. Everyone
around me on the belfry floor where hung
the bell-ropes were grown-ups, so it was grand
to lead-off when the peal of church bells swung
to clattering action with the six-strong band
following after, letting fly our ropes,
those woolly sallies...
Thursday 15th June 2023 1:34 pm
Loch Garten volunteer
“The birds will wake you up!” they said.
I’d doubted that, but yes, it’s true -
no sooner have the stars all fled
than osprey cries come piercing through
the speaker in the wooden shed
that guards the tree where they have bred
for many years, successfully bred.
This week I’ve more than filled my quota
of opening up the eyes of tourists.
Last night was my slot on the...
Wednesday 14th June 2023 4:15 pm
Teapot
What to do with the silver plated teapot?
A battered Age of Rock ‘n’ Roll survivor,
its etchings oxidised and pocked with milk spots.
I’ve checked eBay - be blessed if it fetched a fiver.
I leaf Mum’s wedding photos, thumbed and musted.
Here’s her and Dad - their faces, split with pleasure,
are mirrored in this gift’s felicitous lustre
as if they’ve just unwrapped some genie’...
Wednesday 14th June 2023 10:38 am
The price of coal
What is the price of coal?
The web has sites that quote
a market rate, but if you scroll
all through the list you won’t
see figures with the least, remote
affinity to price of coal.
What is the price of coal?
A mine roof caving in?
The dread Black Lung Disease that stole
the lives of countless men?
The destitution of their kin?
Is that the price of coal?
...
Monday 12th June 2023 10:16 am
How long will we have to wait?
How long will we have to wait?
We line the cliff top path.
Below, the breakers resonate
and jubilant kittiwakes laugh.
We question one of the volunteer staff,
“How long will we have to wait?”
“How long will you have to wait?”
She smiles and makes it clear:
yesterday it was ten to eight,
Thursday, not here -
or so they think - it didn’t appear!
“How long ca...
Sunday 11th June 2023 8:01 am
Failing the people
I’m baffled how world leaders find the nerve
to sign a pledge, then right before our eyes
fail the people they pretend to serve.
They know the price of oil but never swerve
from drilling more while greenhouse gases rise.
I’m baffled how world leaders find that nerve!
They buy the myth of endless growth, the oeuvre
of economic frauds who feed them lies,
and fail ...
Friday 9th June 2023 11:19 pm
My fantasy bird table
I’m putting out some food on my fantasy bird table
hoping to attract my all-time favourite birds.
The first to arrive are the ones that used my first table:
robins, tits, and blackbirds that nested in the woods.
The flock that follows them are the best I’ve seen in Britain:
a ptarmigan, an osprey, a dotterel and a smew,
a bearded tit, a peregrine, a puffin and a bittern
...Friday 9th June 2023 12:34 pm
Beneath the skin
Beneath the skin of the city
its vital organs function:
not the ones you think I mean,
the staff whose manual actions
keep human beings hearty -
supplying power and food,
sweeping roads and pavements clean,
arresting fire or flood -
no, not those, I speak
of parks and lawns and leaves,
of blossom flossed on trees like frost
that licence us to breathe:
...Thursday 8th June 2023 10:10 pm
Pause!
Flags and placards round Big Ben
say
PAUSE! PAUSE!
Shouts and chants of Waddawewant?
a
PAUSE! PAUSE!
We call a pause on oil and then
we all lie down. We stand up again.
We shout demands at Parliament
to
PAUSE! PAUSE!
No new gas! No new oil!
PAUSE! PAUSE!
One point five degrees soon gone.
PAUSE! PAUSE!
Arctic in meltdown, blood on the boil,
w...
Thursday 8th June 2023 10:44 am
Rolling down to London
Rolling down to london on a train,
the taught and shining buds
of Spring are bursting on the trees.
Wharfedale’s misted in a bluish haze,
but heaps of plastic refuse in the woods
on the drab periphery of Leeds
descend my mood from buoyancy to pain.
Rolling forwards now, the rape fields blaze
and blackthorns bloom with pearls,
resplendent in the boundary hedges
we...
Sunday 4th June 2023 8:59 pm
Tank or tailpipe?
There was a man lived down my street
who felt unease about pollution.
Ashamed to see his car excrete
bad air, he found an odd solution.
Others who had thought thus far
used bicycles, or electric cars
but my neighbour’s mate was the man who sold
the fuel his thirsty motor drank.
He was fearful this friend’s business might fold
if he stopped putting petrol in the ta...
Saturday 3rd June 2023 11:37 pm
Bike
It looked a very sporty piece of kit
and useful, when I bought my hybrid bike
to get me where I’m going and keep me fit,
but that was years ago and now it sits
beside the bins as if it’s gone on strike
from serving as a sporty piece of kit.
I often would, but find obliged to quit.
Big tools or bulky shopping, or suchlike,
prevent me getting there while keeping fit...
Saturday 3rd June 2023 7:30 am
What will you miss the most?
So when we shoot past two degrees
and all the land is toast
and skies are black from the burning trees
what will you miss the most?
Me, I’ll miss the song of birds
that welcomed in the day:
those heart-rending, incoherent words
that had so much to say.
And when the heating of the ocean
flays the coral reefs,
will you temper your emotion?
Modulate your gri...
Friday 2nd June 2023 4:17 pm
The wasted wind
The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind - Bob Dylan
What force can power the years ahead?
Now the age of oil is dead
we wait for industry to heed
the whisper of the wasted wind,
the whisper of the wasted wind.
A pivotal crisis is upon us
and ready or not we shoulder the onus.
We must make good or else be goners,
be dust dispersed by the wasted wind,
...
Friday 2nd June 2023 12:45 pm
My life on track
My early life relied so much on trains,
to catch just one to write about’s a problem!
Too many have been subject to delays
or cancelled altogether, to applaud them:
the “bogs” I took to school were crammed and smelly;
my backpacker travels, the aura no more fresh;
a record seven hour wait once, in New Delhi;
I almost got killed on the Tangier-Marrakesh…
But overa...
Wednesday 31st May 2023 8:53 am
Falling short
What hope remains while politicians skirt
around the crisis, pledging they will shut
a few polluting plants but token cuts
in fossil fuel extraction fall so short?
Sunday 28th May 2023 9:56 pm
The River Fleet
I think I only walked down Fleet Street once,
my grubwork year in London. Not much wowed,
not like I’d heard - most rags no more ensconced
but fled to Docklands - the street name but a label
for billionaire media magnates trumpeting loud
reactionary taunts and celebrity libel.
I had an inkling then: there was a proud
historic river, sadly much polluted,
...Sunday 28th May 2023 8:50 am
The lure
Looping round till it’s a blur
the falconer swings the weighted lure
beneath the bird, enticing her
to go into a stoop.
With hooking bill and crookéd claw
and plunging like a meteor
she swipes the fakery to the floor
with a vicious slap of feathers.
Around the crowd, a communal gasp.
The predator’s grappling in its clasp
the prize, but is the bird a...
Friday 26th May 2023 4:52 pm
Peregrination
A boisterous assortment of martins, swifts and swallows
is swirling above the lushly forested hills
of West Amanga, a scatter of soft green pillows.
Wherever a radiant splash
of morning sunlight spills
out through an open window in the cloud,
the canopy emits a plume of steam
and bird calls resound: the rattle of wrens; the loud
cracks of whipbirds; squawks
of parr...
Wednesday 24th May 2023 2:13 pm
A change of frame
They’re like some alien culture’s hieroglyphs
these utility quotes, scrolling down my screen.
Fixed price or variable? TV and broadband scheme?
My eyes are stuffed but still I’m grudged to sniff
the tricks tucked in the tariffs and warily choose
which deal might steer my budget round the reef.
My parents weren’t coerced to skirt such cliffs:
back then you’d pay flat rate for ...
Sunday 21st May 2023 9:19 am
The minstrel of the meadow
The balance of life and death
rests on a dot in the sky
whose frivolous shivering breath
rivals the moths in its quivering
rippling hovering, high
and triumphant amongst the cumulus,
the twin-piping syrinx delivering
an opus more complex, more tremulous
and vaporous than any cantata.
The minstrel of the meadow
sees the grasshopper climbing,
sees the froghopper fal...
Saturday 20th May 2023 10:09 pm
To Robbie x
The day when you don’t kiss me I shall starve,
and if you should dismiss me I should starve.
If I wake one frozen dawn
to chilly winds and find you gone
I’ll lose the will to carry on.
I’ll curl up in my lonely bed and starve.
And if you didn’t care for me I’d starve.
And if you were not there for me I’d starve.
With you not doing what I don’t ask:
putting coffee in...
Wednesday 17th May 2023 8:38 pm
The shock of silence
A colony of terns concedes no paucity
of energy: the strident racket rising
in steep vociferous steps
envelopes your whole mind as if by sorcery.
But one event might strike you as surprising:
now and then - untold by any augury
and with no cause - it stops.
A rigid talon grips the atmosphere
and sound shuts down, as though there’s been a sudden
resetting of the wi...
Wednesday 17th May 2023 12:41 pm
Anastasia rises
Her family home is blood-soaked rags and rubble
when Anastasia rises from her cot.
At first she’s pleased she’s suffered not one cut,
then shrieks: she wears an iridescent bubble
like those of the saints in Mama’s picture Bible
and the doorway to her life she finds slammed shut.
Though Mama won’t come now to quiet her shouts
she howls her anguish dry, then with the pliable
...Friday 12th May 2023 1:33 pm
Green sheets
The fields are laundered sheets,
ironed and smoothed across the dale,
tucked under walls for the comfort of sheep,
clean green cloths that veil
the messiness of former days
when vetch outstretched untrammelled tendrils
randomly grappling floriferous sprays
of meadowsweet; when spangles
of cuckoo-spit sparkled
blobbish on stems of raggéd robin;
when there was miscell...
Wednesday 10th May 2023 1:51 pm
Gestures
Morning gridlock, nose to tailpipe, can’t see a soul on foot or bike.
Not stuck in traffic - I’m the traffic! Going nowhere, engine turning,
and though I changed my ancient van last year for one that’s burning
half the fuel, it still consumes much more than I would like.
It’s gestures, gestures.
I turn on the radio where a Greenpeace chap’s on mic and getting shirty.
T...
Tuesday 9th May 2023 10:22 am
No exit
Back when I was young I didn’t fear:
I knew the world could solve this situation.
We understood the cause, so the way out was clear:
a comprehensive pact between all nations
to stop emitting CO2
into the atmosphere.
Back then there seemed no need to march and shout,
to sit down in the road and press for truth.
We could not conceive of a climate up the spout.
In th...
Sunday 7th May 2023 8:39 pm
Today
Every gob of oil we suck today,
every turd of coal we flame resplendent,
every age-old species we erase
is assault against our own descendants.
I stoop before the few that reach tomorrow:
striving to live, I understand how they
must curse us, dodging lethal hails of arrows
we senselessly let fly today.
Saturday 6th May 2023 11:07 pm
Late
Shut my eyes on Sunday evening.
Moments pass, the clock is screaming.
Flip my switch from dream to drowning
in a sea of morning light.
Scoop the mucus from my lashes.
Splash my cheeks and scrub my gnashers.
Quell the bloating crush of pressure.
I’m already late!
Complacent men and placid women -
TV Breakfast hosts - sit grinning
at the fan-like big hand sp...
Friday 5th May 2023 10:17 pm
Under cover of the night
Shufflings in the shrubbery,
leapings on the lawn,
furtive assignations and who knows what skullduggery,
surreptitious shadow shapes, sundown to dawn.
It’s my own familiar garden but it happens out of sight:
it’s all undercover
…under cover of the night.
Nighttime was a blank space, destitute of life,
a time I’d stop the clock and quit the world.
But then I bought a...
Thursday 4th May 2023 12:02 pm
A Nidderdale ramble
A poem generated from random words over the course of April. See comment below for full details of how I wrote it.
A chilly April morning. Lazy lambs
couch lifeless in the fields like balled up fists
in woolly mitts. I need no diagram
to clarify the Spring: the tousled strips
of trees beside the river view an uproarious
theatre of water, the riot of the weir and lak...
Tuesday 3rd May 2022 3:22 pm
Blue and Gold
Harrogate 21/3/22
It’s when I see the kites
a family are flying on the Stray
and notice how they glint in blue and gold
belatedly I catch on, how today
the bichrome of the flag of the Ukraine
has never been completely out of sight:
I’ve seen its vivid tones unrolled
not just where you’d expect:
flourished on the apex of a pole;
sellotaped to windows or on do...
Tuesday 29th March 2022 1:39 pm
MMXX
after Philip Larkin
Never again such crowds
shouldering such exultation,
no more the sea lion choir
hauled up on the stands.
The stadia and arenas
silent like grief,
the sun quenched in remembrance
of a million flowering hands.
And shutters on the High Street
tight against the abyss,
the weekend staff furloughed,
the checkout bleepers schtum.
The h...
Thursday 21st October 2021 10:53 am
The second peak
October 2020
Once we’d bagged the first we should’ve quit
but we are so elated
to make it safely down by noon
we press on like a perfect pair of twits,
sights set on a much-alike, elevated
cairn across the valley, reckoning soon
we’ll add another summit to our list.
We scale a gate which warns us to KEEP OUT!
and brave a barbed wire fence
before the grad...
Wednesday 20th October 2021 12:22 pm
England, low tide
All the fuckin’ country
is tense about some dead duck football game
tonight at 8 pm (or so I’m told).
The sea it slinked away but turned again
and stealthily manoeuvres to reclaim
the mudflats populated by the clumsy
clumps of seals. They loiter, lolled
like slack balloons, like lard
collapsing down to chip fat on the hob.
But we, we sit up straight: our sofa, st...
Tuesday 10th August 2021 10:14 am
The Island of The Vaccinated
Such jubilation every time a vessel
debarks a new contingent at the port.
So much relief when loved ones, wrested apart
for long, lone months are free again to nestle
cheek to cheek, to hug and kiss, to jostle,
guiltlessly mingling among the singing throng,
siblings swinging siblings, making rings
to dance till dawn with no one a virus’ vassal.
Ravenous variants infes...
Monday 7th June 2021 10:14 pm
Hoopoe
I
Sixty tonne of metal bellowing down the sky
assails the quietude
of reeds and muddy pools
where spoonbills sift through sludge and seagulls drift nearby.
The mouth of the Ria Formosa’s a birders’ paradise:
miles of salt pans hosting
birds of low-lying coastline,
in thousands upon thousands. It’s Eden beyond price
in every way but one: the fence of Faro A...
Wednesday 19th May 2021 2:15 pm
Kudu kudu
Kudu kudu
how magical to view you
your pinstripe torso and your curtain fringe mane.
Kudu kudu,
posing like a statue
licking at the dawn dew
lifting your head and sniffing for rain.
Kudu kudu
horns in a corkscrew
your muzzle with a tattoo,
a sharp white horseshoe,
you master the plains.
The bush birds of Africa
are setting up a clamour.
The Bokmakierie’s...
Friday 23rd April 2021 11:11 pm
My name is Silence
I used to range unchallenged on this hill
keeping mankind under my surveillance.
I watched as you discovered
the wonder of the wheel
and ways to traffic goods along the rivers.
You harnessed blameless power from water mills
but we became estranged.
My name is Silence.
Once I was your day-to-day companion:
the backing to your birdsong at the daybreak
and as t...
Friday 5th March 2021 9:56 pm
The riot of ‘85
Not so infamous as ‘81
when Liverpool went feral
and anger blazed for nine whole days,
the riot of ‘85 arose
in Toxteth when someone
was stabbed and four men’s freedom hung in peril.
I didn’t know that then, although I was
stranded in the middle
thinking “What the fuckin’ fuck?!!”
In ‘85 there was a lack
of means to know the cause.
We had no internet to solve...
Monday 21st September 2020 3:26 pm
Land of Hope and Mercy
As promised yesterday, my updated secular and politically correct rewrite of Land Of Hope And Glory...
Land of Hope and Mercy
Mother of the Free
How shall we extol thee
Who are born of thee?
Wider still, and wider
Stretch thy welcoming arms;
Embracing all the needy
With tolerance and charm!
Dear Land of Hope, thy hope is crowned.
We’ll make thee more me...
Friday 28th August 2020 10:20 am
Brill Britannia!
A lot of debate recently about the appropriateness of "Rule Britannia" and "Land of Hope and Glory" as songs for the modern age. The middle verse of "God Save the Queen" is equally controversial, but it strikes me that although I sang the song hundreds of times when I was young and had little choice in the matter, I have never sung the offending verse because it was always tactfully dropped. I don...
Thursday 27th August 2020 11:37 am
Workshop
Today we’ll learn to build a wordstone wall,
substantial as the one before you now.
It must survive hard frosts; wild gales and squalls;
ride seismic shifts; endure the shunts of cows.
First we think about what it’s for.
The purpose might be to keep your chattels penned
or keep intruders out.
It may define the boundaries of your tract
or simply be aesthetic.
Conside...
Thursday 23rd July 2020 1:31 pm
Pigs (three different ones)
“PIG
MAAAN!
PIG
MAAA-AN!
HA HA,
GERARD YOU ARE!!”
Not the most astute critique, I know,
but we were just fifteen. The Pink Floyd song
would volley from the mouths of my home gang
every time a panda car rolled slow
to cast a cagey eye on us then slew
away from those street corners where we’d hang,
and mumbling some Prog Rock lyrics wrong
summed all the in...
Wednesday 8th July 2020 10:37 am
The Forests will Echo with Laughter. Part 3.
The sun was filtering through a gauze of green
and ripples of lustre rolled pearl-like over moss
as if her path lay deep beneath the sea.
The branches overhead
seemed polished with a gloss
that flung each iridescent spark of light
ricocheting sideways, bud to bud,
before they sprinkled, sharp and diamond white,
to soak into the vibrant
forest’s spongy bed.
...
Sunday 31st May 2020 9:34 am
The Forests will Echo with Laughter. Part 2.
Anemones frizzled sparks beneath the trees
and bluebells rippled lakesides in the glades
the day Amelia Hamilton first breezed
into the woodland camp
sequestered in the shade.
Although no one had seen her face before
they felt she had been born to live among them.
Willing to muck-in with all the chores
the new recruit soon proved
more expert than the young men.
...
Sunday 24th May 2020 10:17 am
The Forests will Echo with Laughter. Part 1.
The night Amelia Hamilton was born
the caravan was battered by a gale.
Her mother gripped the drop-down bed and scorned
the father who was now
a thousand miles away.
The caravan site owner made it clear
that babies have to pay their rent as well
so young Amelia passed the next ten years
in custody of Gran
where none would wish to dwell.
Daily beatings, sma...
Thursday 14th May 2020 8:44 am
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