Friday, 27 February 2009

The Properties of Silver

I clutch a bullion of you,
etched upon and raised, embossed and engraved,
yet still unmistakably you:
patina the bark of a London plane;
burnished product of smelted concentrates;
the bondstone in my molars, sealing space.

Friday, 20 February 2009

seated on moss
I listen to the bourne
flow through oak wood

Wednesday, 18 February 2009

A Platter of Toys

Today I lunched on a silver piccolo
and octaves in D bubbled up in a stream.
Pausing only to warble a burp, I wolfed
down the pieces of an unfinished jigsaw
of a mountainous Lake Titicaca scene;

and crunched a model of the Flying Scotsman
in its fabled livery of Lincoln green;
but then my rumbling appendix protested,
so I had no room for a roly-poly
of a Partick Thistle Subbuteo team.
There's a haibun of mine at Football Poets.

Monday, 16 February 2009

There is a review of Wing Beats in the spring issue of Simply Haiku.

Saturday, 14 February 2009

golden light
a magpie swallow-dives
into the conifers
on a spread of ivy
over tilted tombstones
snow turns to sleet

Saturday, 7 February 2009

behind an ait
the river levels
an ancient slipway