Wild ambition-fuelled follows,
follow back at your peril,
modern day Eleanor Rigby
waits for something to happen,
a craving in space and time
where are all the people?
do they have other lives?
did I miss something?
twitter is forever.
22 April 2012
The modern day Eleanor Rigby
21 April 2012
The leaves are back
The leaves are back, it’s been a while,
tender green delicates
emerge blinking in the newly sprung sun.
The rain keeps them fresh, droplets roll,
soak the bedraggled soul
finding shelter under the canopy.
Drink deep, smell that forgotten smell,
wet neck warm face smiling
in harmony with a birdborn chorale.
11 April 2012
The early morning run
The bleary eyed stagger
Fumble for the light
Kettle on autopilot
Oh no – out of tea bags
Scramble around in corner cupboard
Ahah – find new pack
Pour milk into large plastic measuring jug – only one available
Two mugs – my favourite and hers
Rinse out teapot
3 bags
Click whoosh
Tea cosy on and tray upstairs
Back to bed.
The early morning run to the kitchen
Pelagos Venture and the Dream Catcher of Menai
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.
9 April 2012
7 April 2012
The Travelodge Manager
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.
2 April 2012
The 80s Disco
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.
31 March 2012
The thin veil
Petrol runs dry,
Country grinds quickly to a desperate halt,
Troops out.
The thin veil of civilisation,
Grab, rip, tear, anarchy exposed.
The toothache
Dull, jaw ache distracts
Tongue probes,a finger picks
Trapped morsels imagined