Archive for the ‘poetry’ Category

Pelagos Venture and the Dream Catcher of Menai

Wednesday, April 11th, 2012

Names to fire the lively mind
Idyllic seaborn high adventure
Drift:
gently, rod cast, fish flout,
lights dance the flutterless bay,
distant music – timeless Mediterranean romance,
Water laps across the Southern sky

Sails plough, spinnaker helmsmen battle
wind blown grip’d rigging gaze into the dramatic posed distance,
below, mugs of crew steaming liquid,
racing cumuli cut through white tops.

reality, tucked away in port,
outside the sea clings to winter,
discarded untidy mess of ropes, buoys and fishing nets,
castle abandoned to unseasonal tourists,
rusting orange topped ladder leads down to dribbled river,
cold run eyes freezing water,
stormed seaweed litters overnight road.

The Horizon

Monday, April 9th, 2012

Unattainable aspiration, reachable only by others.

The goal

Saturday, April 7th, 2012

The goal scored, to where shall I run?
Confused chicken looks for approval.

The Travelodge Manager

Saturday, April 7th, 2012

Sits outside on the step,
fag in hand,
talking about “her staff”,
watching the clock,
32 rooms of boredom,
licensed garage,
roadside existence,
traffic thunders by,
local girl with a smoker’s face.

The 80s Disco

Monday, April 2nd, 2012

Tired bodies,
ravaged by 20 years of kids and progress,
time thickened legs, bloated rear end,
handbags danced still around
sucked in stomachs
no longer cool an option,
later, cocoa, an appropriate end,
background hiss filled ears, sleep.

The thin veil

Saturday, March 31st, 2012

Petrol runs dry,
Country grinds quickly to a desperate halt,
Troops out.

The thin veil of civilisation,
Grab, rip, tear, anarchy exposed.

The toothache

Saturday, March 31st, 2012

Dull, jaw ache distracts
Tongue probes,a finger picks
Trapped morsels imagined

Petrol panic

Saturday, March 31st, 2012

Petrol panic, gullible queue thirty minutes for a thimbleful

Suburban skyline

Friday, March 23rd, 2012

Backlit grey clouds silhouetted on a charcoal suburban  landscape

Mother

Sunday, March 18th, 2012

Golden nature, lasting beauty,

forget at the peril of your soul.

The flower

Sunday, March 18th, 2012

Hues of pink on pale green stem,

fleeting beauty, unnatural purpose.

the first cup

Saturday, February 25th, 2012

I sip the first cup
carefully until cool,
swill and swallow,
refresh.

waiting for a train in 140 characters or less

Wednesday, February 22nd, 2012

waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting,waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting,waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, for a train

The mental shoulder shrug

Thursday, February 16th, 2012

The mental shoulder shrug
Cafe au lait in Cafe Rouge
Time passed, Parisian pavements
Lost thoughts, careless moments.

huge kids

Tuesday, February 14th, 2012

they used to be small
now they are huge with attitude
i look up
from my lowly position of parent
see the results
of that investment in fruit, vegetables, protein and love
it seems to have worked
why would i ever have thought otherwise
they can be sensible
looking up again
from that feet on the ground perspective
i smile