You are my innermost

Winter morning of winter night. Thousands slept in warm beds under togs. Town was a glitter of frosty rooftops. No car started. No bird stirred. All around was silent as softly fallen snow.
No one was up yet. Not one. All was one sleep. All were busy with themselves. Many would not wake yet, and not [...]

Here to listen, here to see

Evening in summer. Warm winds, warm sky. A flock of starlings were on the way from nowhere.
Here they came, as flying black dots across warm sky. They came towards silver birch and some went to the right. They fell upon birch like leaves. The others went in circle curling round south side and fell [...]

Words are not enough

The romantic poet N wrote:
What a wonderful feeling to be in love with you,
Though you are far away,
Though you are hardly here,
Though you will never stay.
His mentor M, also a poet, rectified it:
What a wonderful feeling to be in love with you,
Though you complain so unlovingly.
What a wonderful feeling to be in love with you,
Though [...]

The earth is saying poems again

The earth is saying poems again.
From hospital window I see sun. I feel sun warm in blood. I hear bird. The call for likely mates. I sense warm. I feel galvanized. I notice the shake of wind in far trees. I touch down. I rejuvenate. The simple joy. The simple things. Of this to make [...]

A Lonely Lament

Already seventeen thousand nine hundred
and seventy six days lived this life is
With several more thou to go?
I ask you. (Yes YOU)
Or maybe merely a few
or possibly as little as less than.
I guess not too many left remaining,
of such small days as these
so soon to be over with
to be too sorry for or complaining.
Hardly any, barely [...]

One more day

Words to memorialise the day
this is
to say I lived it
the way I said it
and set it down.
I was alone.
Not a clue what I’m doing here.
It was not unlike
all the other days
I know longer remember
I knew i lived.
(Newton Abbot)

A cellos purple fifth

I heard a cellos
purple fifth
hung between a cobweb
and a single star.
I heard a fat man’s
ugly rage
blast onto his young wife’s
fearful face.
I heard my feet fall
into place,
running towards…and running
…..running….
to stamp upon, to break
(Totnes train station)

At 4 in the morning

At 4 in the morning
the fucker was fuming
not holding back anything
shouting he would do everything
to make me feel small
- if I didn’t give it in to him.

I can’t give you everything
cus then you’ll have everything.
But I realised the score:
He’d take away my hands,
he’d take away my hunger,
he’d take my voice away,
he’d take away my [...]

A white, white day

And so the Summer came.
On a Sunday May morning around 6 o’clock: a time when everything sounds soft and hollow.
Silence was falling in through the open skylight in rolls of bright static – with a suctiony pervasive thrum; cries of supercharged sun-hungry birds over everywhere already plugged in; dried out old bleating from the sheep-topped [...]

Alive the air

Up here in birdworld alive the air.
From bushes a hidden coo coo woo coo coo woo.
From opposing house a black fat bird squadding the roof.
This birds mate flies from tall tree over there to here and, as mate had, walks the roof rim like squaddie on parade. These two birds cross over without [...]