The rain dances overhead as daylight moves out of sight to the West. Noise thunders. Dead leaves litter the garden. Wind rocks the branches of trees. I am inside, warm and glad.
…story of success,
paper scrunching, twig snapping match striking
flames consume
coal engulfed settles into long decline
room warms up and the fire dies
…soup stirs on stove top
dishwasher whirrs
sounds of tidying up in kitchen
running water
plastic pot moves slightly on drainer
out of window branches blow
hot tea warms hand
jug filled sits on table
…Low winter sun marks approach to solstice. House is warm. Kitchen radio talks sport, fire crackles. Clock makes its silent way.
…
On the 5th of May I didn’t wake up,
My eyes stayed shut and my kidneys packed up;
My lungs didn’t breathe and my bowels didn’t grind,
My ears heard nothing, and nor did my mind!
The broken fence, …
