
great crested grebes dance
like that Sunday afternoon
when our hearts dove-tailed
~
n.b. Somewhat hidden by the willow branches, but they are there…promise.
CLP 12/04/2021
Liberté, Égalité, Humanité
great crested grebes dance
like that Sunday afternoon
when our hearts dove-tailed
~
n.b. Somewhat hidden by the willow branches, but they are there…promise.
CLP 12/04/2021
nine arrowed together by lovers
in unusual hours no matter when
at coffee, lunch, tea, day, night
slipping through urgent fingers
grasping at sand they have to make up
for these unaccounted moments
they could not let pass without finding out
knowing full well each tide runs after
catching breath in liquid seconds
on the turn before its ebb
never coming back the same
understanding what has passed between them
were not seconds wasted waiting
for some non-existent tomorrow
~
n.b. NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Twelve
CLP 12/04/2021
a simple pleasure
just being ferried abroad
afloat beside you
~
CLP 11//04/2021
…the sign on the platform read
provoking that bloody-minded reaction
he saw as proof of living a life
still worth it, worth everything
worth going to bed
with a stranger once more
here might be the place
that could throw things up
burn the throat, whet the tongue
revive, refresh, rekindle
the screech of parakeets
colonising plane trees in the park
after-dark sounds on full reverb
in daylight on streets
of colour, black to white all blood
everyone from anywhere
who’ll do something, anything
no more bi this
no more buy that
stop and search me, why don’t you
I’m game as road-kill
as smart as street crime
as sharp as a wife
given half-a-clue to step out
and start out anew
~
n.b. Day 3 here is how the cards fell when I cut the deck: whet, game. (For TC).
~
CLP 03/04/2021
Who’ll help cut me free?
Held back by self-defences.
What is the damage?
~
n.b. Someone? Anyone?
~
CLP 27/03/2021
Are these people showing off about not having Covid, or has the local sub-editor got a sick sense of humour, riffing on the vulnerability of olfactory and gustatory senses in these coronavirus times?
Here, there is a growing feeling of cabin fever mixed with de-mob happiness. Is the prima donna yet ready for la grande finale?
~
CLP 23/03/2021