On Display

finally at rest

no need for further pretence

true colours revealed

~

CLP 14/07/2021

Dream #21

heavy rain’s half-time shuffle on the roof

mixes with the jazz ostinato beat

of towering street lamps flicking by

wheels slip over pools along the carriageway

sheets of spray from trucks misting view

red rear lights, pairs of dazzling white

approach, recede

dashboard indicators green

there’s a song replaying on the radio

today becomes yesterday

00:00

as soon as tomorrow becomes now

vehicles stretch apart, further apart, disappear

then this is the last one tracing the road

deep into the city’s orange glow

pointless waiting at crossroads for change

illuminated arrows pointing home

weighed down by the return of gravity

I step through the door

the post on the hall floor

dates how long I’ve been away

a web loose-hanging at the window

holds small black silk bundles

where the spider’s been making hay

~

CLP 18/06/2021

In Stone

What’s the price of peace?

From this small village two men.

Duty paid in full.

~

n.b. In the churchyard of St. Margaret of Antioch, Cley-Next-The-Sea, Norfolk.

W. Porter, Sapper No. 31585

31st January, 1915

~

G. Mellor, Sapper No. 6743

6th April, 1915

~

CLP 23/03/2021

On Change

Metropolitan

Police seem reluctant to start

immediately.

~

n.b. Surely a positive response would have been to engage with those wishing to hold a vigil and mourn for Sarah Everard on Clapham Common?

Instead, the use of regulation, confrontation and force was deployed to try and control and silence these women. Who decided that this was the appropriate response?

Over to you, Home Secretary, (or is this one question that the Prime Minister might actually answer?).

~

CLP 13/03/2021

Lockdown 3 (Day 14): Morrison’s

A security tag is supposed to be automatically approved and cancelled when scanned at the till.

If it goes off at the exit, don’t worry. The security guard has gone home already and I know your face anyway.”

Great to know that the art of careless talk survives and no she doesn’t know my face as I always wear a face covering from neck to the bridge of my nose every time I am in the shop.

Coronavirus fatigue is kicking in. The vaccines are being distributed and the people are slackening their guards…and security guards.

Three of the points I raised yesterday are in the national news today:

  1. How much is a life worth?
  2. Who should be vaccinated first?
  3. What are the world’s wealthiest nations doing to ensure humankind all gets a fair share of the vaccines?

Meanwhile the UK had the highest recorded death rate in the world per hundred thousand Covid-19 infections.

Don’t even mention Brexit to me, please.

Alexander Johnson suddenly wants us all to be kind and civil when discussing political matters, so we are not like those ‘ghastly colonials’ (he implies).

Perhaps he might help by actually answering some very straight questions with some relevant answers?

I will stop there.

~

CLP 18/01/2021

On 2020

Memorable year

One I would rather forget

Finally ends here

~

CLP 31/12/2020

On Anger

Cool autumnal dawn

Illuminates dark corners

Pigeons’ soft greetings

~

CLP 18/09/2020

On Pain (Norfolk)

Young men side by side

British, Czechs, Poles, and Germans

Buried together.

~

n.b. Farmers’ fields reclaimed from airfields, except this hallowed ground that holds sons of Europe, (and Australia, Canada and New Zealand), whose souls have flown.

~

CLP 10/09/2020

On the Road xxvi

Restlessness ceases

Traveller’s weary heart breathes

Grass soft underfoot

~

n.b. God bless her and all who sail in her.

CLP

On the Rise

Bright, brighter, brightest

Venus tows Moon to zenith

Weary Sun awakes

~

CLP 17/08/2020