• Rock Pipit

    Of all the birds in all the world My favourite bird is not at all that big It’s dull and brown Slender not round Without distinctive look   Male and female are indistinct You’d have thought one would make an effort But even so they get along And have a pleasant life They live by Read more

  • Day 14

    The wind has dropped and on the way to the shop, the air feels soft. The birds seem to be less agitated in the hedgerows and bushes on the way down to the village shop. There are still only a few leaves on the thorn bushes and their spikes glint in the rising sun’s light Read more

  • Breaking Wave

    A gentle undulation swells Soon noticeable from land Catches eyes of pebbles That slowly turn, drawn to the scene Expectation of the burgeoning bump builds The ocean cannot contain the power moving within Pushing at its rounded surface A large, complacent gull senses his peaceful drift is ended Lifts up at a shift in form Read more

  • Day 13

    The rhythm of the day is beginning to lose its pattern. Middle of night interruptions to sleep come without pressure to return to dreamland. Distance from others is becoming accepted; is there any point going out there? Eschewing television as formulaic, lacking originality, dull, I choose to listen to music. Lyrics bore me. Orchestral compositions, Read more

  • Memoried

    Picked up as a tale Dusted off; polished to taste Presented as Truth . CLP 30/03/2020 Read more

  • On Separation

    Boxed heart stays constant Old fears prowl; rattle casket Rhythm misses beat . Contactless eyes dumb Imagination finds voice Tremors felt in gut . Misunderstandings Fill up conversation voids Muddy evidence . Dig gently for truth Listen to answers; reflect Retire to consider . Never forget this: Distance forms Hall of Mirrors; Boxed hearts stay Read more