on love

please don't call now
it cost a lifetime last time
left me counting days

~

CLP 19/01/2022

on love

please don't call now
it cost a lifetime last time
left me counting days

~

CLP 19/01/2022

on light

I rose to meet her
she winked at me through thin trees
lost her by sunrise

~

n.b. The full, silver moon led me across town before slipping away – a merry, chilly dance!

CLP 18/01/2022

on flight

I stopped by the lip of the city
where the lines to London curl south
breathed in the space
felt the frost in my throat
by the derelict site
more fenced-off car parking than I imagined
expanse of redundant concrete
split by grasses at its seams
reflecting the January Sun's warmth
enough to creat sufficient turbulance
to lift the buzzards
they spiralled upwards into the blue
then parted
one toward the ice-steamed broad
the other drifting to the shimmer of curved steel at Crown Point Stadler Traction and Rolling Stock Maintenance Yard

~

CLP 16/01/2022

on time

eventually
after minutes added on
final whistle blows

~

CLP 15/01/2022

on time

if you get up early
during these short days
get out, walk towards the east
stand still, watch the bright light grow
from deep blue, so blue its almost black
to steel grey
watch the horizon burn
turn, look up at the highest point
study the golden light edging down
the church steeple
the conifer
the pylon
city hall's clock tower
you'll feel the Earth spinning
taking you into a new day

~

CLP 14/01/2022

on dawn

yes, we can do this
your way, my way or our way
meet me at day break

~

CLP 12/01/2022

on light

tune into new day
Sun tweaks its colour settings
birdsong audible

~

n.b. Without the dampening affect of full foliage the morning is a pretty noisy time of day, particularly now that there is no lockdown in England and traffic on the bypass and into the city centre is increasingly heavy.

~

CLP 12/01/2022

on white lights

intermittent wipers
broken lines
marking where to cut
through naked trees
clawing at the sheet
of clouds
bright red triangles
black on white
warning darts
sharp bends
white on black
approaching one-eyed car
wobbles past close enough
to make me wince
and I hear you
"Slow down.
Watch out for the deer."
And this is what happens;
you become part of my world
as I drive toward yours

~

CLP 10/01/2022

on flight

starlings stir up dusk
sky's grey palette liquified
fish out of water

~

n.b. A photograph cannot capture the wonder of starlings numbering hundreds or thousands flying in a free-wheeling flock, a mumuration. Yesterday, late afternoon, Great Yarmouth; the magic of flight, the joy of collective effort, the beauty of life.

~

CLP 09/01/2022