• on winter

    new year’s day ends with a stunning light showthe Sun demonstrating its power in a silent slow burnthe shift gradualfrom a touch of pink outlining the cloudsto this vermillion daubing of the skybroad brushed streaksstroked up and out from the very core of our stargiving depth to skeletal treesover-whelming all that is whitethe Earth glows

  • on the window

    squinting as the bus rolls bycasting its shadow on the glare of glassanother locked up shopstripped of its fittingsmail still gets pushed through the chained front doorjunk and official post gathering in the thickening dustan ineffective skimming of white wash to the glassprovides the backgroundto a final thoughtful message from a member of the staffI

  • on stasis

    Silent reminderThey came, they saw, they conqueredUnelected Lords~ n.b. Know your history. Note the advertising board on bottom right of picture is for an American fast-food franchise. CLP 03/03/2025

  • on the turn

    After the freezeDarkness comes laterThere’s softness to airBirdsong less harshA hazel with budsSome crocus leavesSnowdrops swing lightlyBesides daffodil shootsA string of molehillsFrom freshly turned earth~ CLP 13/01/2025

  • on communication

    establish secureopposite pillars connectup line and down line~n.b. Reedham’s swing bridge rail crossing, was originally built in the 1840s. The current swing bridge dates from 1903. The low-lying land is home to the heavily tidal, final meandering stretch of the river Yar, that connects the ancient port of Great Yarmouth, (with its Minster), to the

  • on August

    holiday seasoncity market half boardedrustle of lime leaves~ n.b. There is something special about being one of the few citizens who spend the summer months at home, while so many head off on holiday. It’s quiet, like a Sunday morning, every day and the sounds of goldfinches chattering away, or the wind breathing through the

  • on dawn

    cross the Friendship bridgewitness to the rising Sunlight is still with us~ CLP 10/08/2024

  • on water

    the café courtyard fillswith a bubbling babbleyoung women’s voiceslap against flint wallsripple against leaded windowsa counter-tone runs deeperfilling dark pools sentences break against each othereddies and little whirlpoolsof sonorous speechesspiral in the flowa spray of laughtersplashes from a corner couplea sparrow hops beneath the tablesadding its own tuppence-worthto the stream’s swirl~ n.b. Café courtyards are

  • on the bridge

    The city’s rail terminalA two-wheeled display unitThe size of a shopping trolleyLeaflets offering Free classesAs if anyone might chargeFor lessons to read a bookThat’s copyright lapsedwell before copyright was lawA book that Gutenberg stamped outAgain, again and againWord for wordThe Word made cashMade lots of moneyStill makes moneyEven the Orange OneCashed in on TruthA blessingFor

  • on the Moon

    Around the converted warehousesDown on the river by the old millSummer clocked inOn Saturday nightLiberated from the chillOf the north-easterlyThe people got out to the bars and clubsCelebrated livingA drunk lad cried“It’s the Strawberry Moon!”Floating up over Dragon HallObserving how the phone cameraAlways makes it look smallHe encouraged his friendTo stop a momentTo feed his