Liberté, Égalité, Humanité
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
frosted fields rotate
when observed from train window
passenger unmoved
~
CLP 25/01/2022
with tails turned windward
gulls hunch shoulders, form huddle
gusts tug at mastheads
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CLP 20/01/2022
tune into new day
Sun tweaks its colour settings
birdsong audible
~
n.b. Without the dampening affect of full foliage the morning is a pretty noisy time of day, particularly now that there is no lockdown in England and traffic on the bypass and into the city centre is increasingly heavy.
~
CLP 12/01/2022
intermittent wipers
broken lines
marking where to cut
through naked trees
clawing at the sheet
of clouds
bright red triangles
black on white
warning darts
sharp bends
white on black
approaching one-eyed car
wobbles past close enough
to make me wince
and I hear you
"Slow down.
Watch out for the deer."
And this is what happens;
you become part of my world
as I drive toward yours
~
CLP 10/01/2022
compared with the Sun
everything becomes grey-scale
without perspective
~
n.b. It has been a challenging few days, putting fingers to the keyboard as impossible as joining like poles of two magnets. The ‘must post’ became ‘can’t post’.
Now, a shift. Was it the sunlight? Was it the experience of movement in daytime? Was it enjoying catching up with distant friends during the Twelve Days of Christmas? Was it remembering no employer owns all my time? Was it a conversation? Was it spending an hour cleaning the bathroom (don’t ask)? Was it hearing the wren singing?
The shift is back ‘to ‘I post‘. Easy enough to say…
~
CLP 08/01/2022
Cromer, white rainbow
no gold found at either end
ice lies at its heart
~
n.b. A weather phenomenon not commonly seen, hung above Cromer pier yesterday. Quite beautiful, but no surprise in a country steadily being drained of all colour by a mercenary and self-serving government.
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CLP 18/12/2021
turquoise or azure
it's not a competition
letter box of light
~
JS & CLP 12/12/2021
late arrival
early exit
you've left your old clothes
strewn on the street
and forgotten
to shut the door
behind you
there's a terrible draught
but thanks
for dropping by
~
CLP 03
whipping, whistling, slipping through the bedroom window
tugging the curtain
atonal melody
singing over the clumsy beat of a one pound clock
unlatching the door
clicking it closed
sucking it open
pushing it shut
shushing the birch leaves off scratchy branches
crashing something down the street
something not fragile
something not meant to be quite so temporary
something broken
~
CLP 01/12/2021
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