• on the surface

    everything serenesky of bluesea of greenrelief of breezebarely a cloudhorizon cleartake my handclimb aboardwe’ll chart a coursetake the wheelhead out to seawhere it will bedown to usto navigate a wayfor you and me~ CLP 05/09/2023

  • on life

    one, strong as it iscannot do the work alonebascules work in pairs ~ n.b. Tower Bridge. Since 1894. CLP 01/07/2023

  • on distance

    Your correspondenceShapes a response within meIt’s as if you’re here ~ CLP 03/06/2023

  • on time

    it’s crept up on usseparation stretches toanother Moonrise ~ n.b. That’s enough now. CLP 03/06/2023

  • on time

    Rough old seaside townWhen not putting on a frontCan be quite charming ~ n.b. Brighton, if you were asking. Yes, I know it is a city now, but not when I first knew it. CLP 16/05/2023

  • on time

    on empty platformI coulda, woulda, shouldayour train long departed ~ n.b. When’s the last train? CLP 11/05/2023

  • on train windows

    I forgot how raindropsRun in ribbonsAcross the paneCoalesce, bursting throughThe meniscus of dropletsWhich are then swallowed upBy bigger dropsWhich swell at each impactUntil the tension becomes too greatAnd they peel awayTo form a drunken linePlotting the relationshipBetween the train’s velocityAnd the pull of gravity ~ CLP 06/05/2023

  • By the Seaside

    Wincing dull dawnColourfulIf grey’s your thingDoes the sky reflectthe sea or seathe sky?This performanceDoesn’t make it clearThe North-EasterlyPlays its part wellGets in the headWith a sinuous chillReminiscent of Atonal violinsThat bring tearsA bit-part freighterbound for HartlepoolSustains a rhythmic arcingOf symmetric bow-waves Silently pleasingMusical sensibilitiesAs it ploughs the lineWhere that greyMeets this greyToday the briny’sSalt-sharp scentFills

  • April Showers

    ancient paving smooth as mirrorunderfoot as slick as icereflects back mountainous cloudsrolling around the fenland skies ~ n.b. NaPoWriMo 2023. Day 15. Prompt: feet of clay. Beyond me today. CLP 15/04/2023

  • Passing Conversation at the Service Station, Folkestone, Kent, October 2019

    They’d not seen each other for simply agesIt used to be regular, when they’d got their wagesOff for an evening, best clobber onLeaving at home Bert, Harry and Ron (except, that Ron’s been long since gone)You still doing those dating sites?Asked Sheila, needing to adjust her tightsYes. replied her friend with a weary sighKnowing they