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On the Blink
Without as much as a by your leave Replacement lights were placed in our streets Taller, brighter, made from steel So much safer they should make us feel Artificial in every way Birds can’t tell if its night or day No one asked if we need these new lamps They’ve just appeared like fresh Spring Read more
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On the House
It stands there waiting Is warm, dry and built with love Home with a garden. . n.b. Where ever I lay my head is my home, but oh, wouldn’t it be nice to settle and let love grow? CLP 01/03/2019 Read more
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The Last Post
Postbox no longer Fireplace with brick mantle-piece Hearth for street homeless? . n.b. The housing crisis continues to grow across England. On my recent visit to Manchester, the night, (after an unusually beautifully warm Spring-like February day under an azure sky), threatened to be very cold in the city; temperatures in the concrete doorways were Read more
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On Pelsall Common
Carnival venue Happy family outings Place where some lives end . 27/02/2019 n.b. This land is a beautiful piece of ancient turf that is owned in common by the people of the area. Bordered by roads now, there are long established paths across it, including this elegant avenue. The Pelsall carnival sets out from the Read more
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Obfuscation
“Will you marry me?” He asked and she replied “What mean you by this?” . n.b. A simple proposal, at the sound of it, but is the real meaning of the question clear? What motives underlie the request for a hand in marriage? Is the wording a phrase designed to obscure and confuse, or crystal Read more
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On February
Fierce frosts bite morning Noon sky wears Marian blue Sun brings butterflies . n.b. This arid track, these browned brambles and dry ivy leaves, the dessicated litter and parched grasses are the backdrop for a vivid yellow, medium sized butterfly. The brilliance of the colour was breath-taking. It is in the picture somewhere towards the Read more
Journey of Words 