daylight robbery

this is ours
the canvas that fills with cumuli
where delicate cirrus decorates our moon
where Sun drags its heat from dawn to dusk
the venue of Venus, the field for Mars
where Saturn plays perpetual hula hoop
dance floor of Jupiter and its spinning jewels
backdrop for all our stars
this is our space you build in
concreting our view
damping our days
darkening our nights
boxing the light
constricting our breath
into narrow alleyways
you, who have enclosed our commons
now prepare to steal our sky

~

n.b. Time to draw a line to protect our light. Walls are being built on river banks and coasts for the few who are buying up our common views, breathing space and sense of space.

Norwich is being slowly smothered by these concrete and glass blocks. The Wensum is being enclosed.

Watching the building foundations being sunk is fascinating until you realise how deep the piles go and then the horror takes over; the sky is being taken from us.

~

CLP 15/10/2021

owls

we diverted into a field gateway
parked up, got out to watch
the rising Harvest Moon
create silhouettes of Scotch Pines
mist from the marsh crept up
embraced us in its chill

I heard one.
she whispered
just loud enough
to give me goosebumps

~

CLP 24/09/2021

on dusk

Sun barely abed
when with a gleam in his eyes
fat orange Moon wakes

n.b. Jupiter and her offspring were on their way home too. A busy hour or so around the horizon as the autumn equinox hoves into view.

CLP 22/09/2021

From Leeds

enjoying the green space by the cathedral
spire pricking the blue autumn sky
stopping me, now a local, to ask
would you take some pictures please
first alone, then with my friend
landscape then portrait
mobile then iPad
we're going home tomorrow
to the other city of wool
the one of the hanging sheep

~

CLP 16/09/2021

Otter

less curious of us
you curl back below
to twist and curve
through straggled reeds
continuing your pursuit
of perch or roach


your steady exhalation
pops free in tiny splashes
from bursting bubbles of CO2
that trace your submarine path
across the Yare to the sticky bank
growing from the falling tide


slick as the mud you move in
colour of the Yare that feeds you
you halt at last
check our movement, silence our whispers
less amused by us
you slip back below

~

CLP 14/09/2021

Treasure

how many tides have turned
shifted and smoothed
sifted and sorted
the pebbles so
today the sea would give up this stone
so you might gift it me
precious as any stone
I have ever held

~

CLP 13/09/2021

Long Weekend


across bridges, through tunnels
down paths, along tracks
so many hours, hundreds of miles
I'm on my way back
I'm nearly home

~

CLP 12/09/2021

Yesterdays

toes freed, feet tickled
by low-tide's sandy ribs
every single little breaking wave
a charge
fired through shocked ankle bones
sparking skin, heart, eyes
whipping North Sea air from my lungs
More waves! More waves! More waves!
more Yesterdays

~

CLP 09/09/2021

Unseen

did you feel
the tide turn
the new moon rise
something shift inside

~

CLP 06/09/2021

On St. Wandregesilius Church

abandoned village
graveyard dissolving in green
names lost in lichen

~

n.b. No, me neither! 🤷🏼

CLP 25/08/2021