Tuesday 30 April 2013
Sunday 28 April 2013
Saturday 27 April 2013
Morning haiku
Lemon-green cowslips
Blue-distant haze of April
Patch of sunlight smiles
And Alistair's 'six-word-saturday' (for those old enough to remember):
Summer draws back, winter drawers on..
Thursday 25 April 2013
iambic thingy..
When rain fell softly late last night it seemed
as moments from a half-remembered dream
call gently and, when uninvited , sing
sweet-scented mem'ries to my list'ning ear
Wednesday 24 April 2013
cherry trees
And today the unaccustomed blossoms
fall
drifting silently, as yesterday the snowflakes
fell
Tuesday 23 April 2013
Bird of prey
A lone kestrel hangs motionless over the fen,
then drops
like a stone
from the still sky onto its hapless victim
Sunday 21 April 2013
Saturday 20 April 2013
Friday 19 April 2013
For Maxine..
Driving up the long Ely road I think of you,
and wonder,
have you noticed the rooks are building high this year...
Thursday 18 April 2013
Tuesday 16 April 2013
Monday 15 April 2013
Sunday 14 April 2013
A pearl of great price..
The receding tide gradually reveals
today's treasure,
gleaming irridescently
among its beachcombing debris -
a breeze-blown gentle-slow sun-warmed sense
of wellbeing...
Saturday 13 April 2013
Thursday 11 April 2013
spider elfje
Pilates -
core engaged,
legs scissoring erratically,
small spider pauses, clearly
nonplussed
Wednesday 10 April 2013
First sun
Two yellow butterflies dancing in the first warmth;
I close my eyes the better to listen -
light high birdsong,
the subtler wood-pigeon,
gentle on the ear;
and the hum
always
of traffic
Tuesday 9 April 2013
Sunday 7 April 2013
Reunion Blues
Three penguins stroll down the street, reminiscing nostalgically about a time when
everything was black and white...
Saturday 6 April 2013
HIS six-word-Saturday
(Blasted dog!)
'Hare-chasing, coursing through her blood...'
And mine:
'My mathematician - he can write too...'
Friday 5 April 2013
Thursday 4 April 2013
April?!
It is snowing again today;
in the park seagulls circle
in disbelief.
By the pond
well-wrapped children throw bread
to the ducks.
the east wind is too fierce
for the water to freeze
Tuesday 2 April 2013
Ducks
Three painted mallards flew across the blue sky this morning
exactly the formation of those plaster ducks that rose
eternally
above the fireplaces of our fifties childhoods
Monday 1 April 2013
'Bookspine poetry' from my shelves
'When we were very young
so many ways to begin...
A moment in time...
When we were orphans
...the shadow of the wind...'
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