on time

crossing road, stops, waits
leave, or carry it over?
hedgehog prickles sharp

~

n.b. It’s been some time since I have seen a hedgehog alive. Their natural defence is to stop, curl into a ball then hold still until the perceived threat passes. They have yet to work out that this doesn’t work when approached by motor vehicles.

This beauty stopped right in the middle of the street as I was passing last evening, so I lifted it with barehands and placed it behind a low wall on some grass on the side it was heading.

A few moments later three police vehicles rolled by very slowly and quietly. They turned left and pulled up to make a raid. The hedgehog would have had no chance against that convoy.

~

CLP 24/05/2022

on time

things happen unseen
turn your back for five minutes
and what do you know!

~

n.b. Summer? Already?

CLP 20/05/2022

on high

they called by briefly
sketching loops and arcs above
such a swift visit

~

n.b. Where have you gone, oh beautiful birds? Sad to say my picture shows gulls circling…

CLP 18/05/2022

on light

come, sit on this bench
watch kaleidoscopic trees
run through all the greens

~

CLP 17/05/2022

on light

it's nearly midnight
there is too much of it now
they sing all night long

~

n.b. Not that I’m objecting to birdsong.

CLP 14/05/2022

on time

last train haunts depôt
waning moon loses lustre
river holds its breath

~

n.b. Yes, bedtime, my love.

CLP 22/03/2022

on Ukraine xviii

Norwich station Saturday night
a Russian skinhead looking for a fight
wearing blue, white, red of his nation's flag,
carrying two beer bottles in clenched hands
polished boots and military trousers tucked in the tops
proud to be Russian, looking for a fight
this is Norwich station, Saturday night

~

n.b. The human race never fails to disappoint.

CLP 12/03/2022

on time

vomitorium
expels people into street
return home to what?

~

CLP 10/02/2022

on the wind

night-long low moaning
twists curtain, clicks doors' catches
snake licks round bedroom

~

n.b. It has been a quiet winter so far out here in East Anglia’s hilly city, but now the wind is getting involved, stirring the pot, dragging the cold air with it through the streets like an impatient parent leading a tardy child to the school gate.

CLP 27/01/2022

on light

I rose to meet her
she winked at me through thin trees
lost her by sunrise

~

n.b. The full, silver moon led me across town before slipping away – a merry, chilly dance!

CLP 18/01/2022