Thursday, 5 March 2015

sun-swathed crocuses
goldfinches caper
among the conifers

Tuesday, 3 March 2015

sepia moon
through the pub-window
the arc of a dart

Monday, 2 March 2015

cerise stratus
turns to jonquil
winter's end

Sunday, 1 March 2015

spring warmth
the cat rolls
over and over

Saturday, 28 February 2015

just as I think it:
the kingfisher's lash
up the valley

Friday, 27 February 2015

sun-strafed airfield
the windsock flaps
with abandon

Thursday, 26 February 2015

falling into the rhythms
of the hospital day
sleet showers

Wednesday, 25 February 2015

I break the kiss
to cough again
the cusp of spring

Tuesday, 24 February 2015

illness surging...
the way the sunlight
chops through the blinds

Friday, 20 February 2015

a builder sings
it's all about that bass...
the winter wind

Thursday, 19 February 2015

magpies in the sand
I plant my feet where
the Martians landed

Wednesday, 18 February 2015

maybe spring
the dynamic topiarist
sets to work

Tuesday, 17 February 2015

nude she floats
face down in the pool
and for a long few seconds
you don't know if she's

drowned or alive
drowned or alive
and still you wait
and still you wait

for the upward whoosh
of her hair from the water
like a fountain starting up
at the centre of a formal park

for rasping breath
for rasping breath
and still you wait
and still you wait

after Marlene Dumas, Losing (her Meaning), 1988

Monday, 16 February 2015

half-arsed drizzle
a kingfisher bullets
beneath the bridge