Saturday, 11 June 2011
june 11
the gate is mended
it fluttered on opening like unfolding fingers
and shuddered back to place broken
in an underhand way
the cows arrived with bellows
and metal scaffolds for their hay
and a new gate
it fluttered on opening like unfolding fingers
and shuddered back to place broken
in an underhand way
the cows arrived with bellows
and metal scaffolds for their hay
and a new gate
Monday, 30 May 2011
Docks
describe the dock
the nettle, buttercup
and acid blue strip of dragonfly
docks with bronze eaten spots, foxed rims, red veins, sun spot damage
curl up, lose moisture
to see aging as a dock leaf
experience and weathers
rampled, moulded, torn, dissolved,
other lives showing through the holes
colours adrift
clashing reds mutate into green that stutter into yellow
dried out to burnt orange
a healer, soothes the sting
touch and rub
sometimes works
like us
the nettle, buttercup
and acid blue strip of dragonfly
docks with bronze eaten spots, foxed rims, red veins, sun spot damage
curl up, lose moisture
to see aging as a dock leaf
experience and weathers
rampled, moulded, torn, dissolved,
other lives showing through the holes
colours adrift
clashing reds mutate into green that stutter into yellow
dried out to burnt orange
a healer, soothes the sting
touch and rub
sometimes works
like us
Monday, 23 May 2011
Wednesday, 18 May 2011
hanging poets
uneven afternoon unlacing the poets
cutting the twine
unwinding tiny bits of wire
floating words laid flat
go home carrying my holey writers
Friday, 29 April 2011
Monday, 25 April 2011
record of secret visitors
who in a certain spirit
claim the place their own
how many coats can a tree have
before I recognise its make
unpruned, overgrown, knolled and prickled,
growth struggling from the ends of trawling branches
gifts to this unknown tree
for going through these uncertain seasons with me
who in a certain spirit
claim the place their own
how many coats can a tree have
before I recognise its make
unpruned, overgrown, knolled and prickled,
growth struggling from the ends of trawling branches
gifts to this unknown tree
for going through these uncertain seasons with me
Friday, 8 April 2011
the bare tree starts to shudder into life
those tiny bows tightly
ruched and gathered along the branches
a pale is-it-green warble of change
butterflies hold still
a quake in the air
there is a swarm somewhere in the thatch
thrumming thrumming thrumming
hypnotic swirl of bees
I take a path away
a few in my hair make temporary homes
then threshold over into the cloudless blue
those tiny bows tightly
ruched and gathered along the branches
a pale is-it-green warble of change
butterflies hold still
a quake in the air
there is a swarm somewhere in the thatch
thrumming thrumming thrumming
hypnotic swirl of bees
I take a path away
a few in my hair make temporary homes
then threshold over into the cloudless blue
Monday, 4 April 2011
monday april 4 Tash Bidgood visit
someone bowing in the dock leaves
black-coated
a worshipper in open view
a pilgrim of the low flowers
softly capturing
with a click of care
black-coated
a worshipper in open view
a pilgrim of the low flowers
softly capturing
with a click of care
Wednesday, 30 March 2011
Tuesday, 29 March 2011
Monday, 28 March 2011
spring hawthorn
glittery branches float
air-heavy shimmer
sleep
breathless quality of trailing threads
sharpness of touch
taloned and grasping
dangerous squiggle of generosity with a thorny heart
air-heavy shimmer
sleep
breathless quality of trailing threads
sharpness of touch
taloned and grasping
dangerous squiggle of generosity with a thorny heart
Tuesday, 22 March 2011
Sunday, 20 March 2011
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