Wednesday, 27 June 2012

where the cuckoo calls
at the top of Northward Hill:
courting meadow browns

Wednesday, 20 June 2012

The Windowed Jay

Outside the hour-long meeting of primary school headteachers
sitting through a presentation on the new school funding formula,

a jay repeatedly preens within a wide arc of sunshine diffusing
through a London plane-tree’s fruit and leaves, sporadically flashing

its Liquorice Allsort blue; and always it’s the avian version of
the okapi or a mule: half-magpie, half-not-so-little-brown-job.

Monday, 11 June 2012

There are three haiku of mine in Shamrock #22.

Thursday, 7 June 2012

leaving Burscough
the West Lancs Line two-car train
improvises
a slicker drum rhythm,
springs lapwing from the fields

Sunday, 3 June 2012

The Transit of Venus

On the morning of the D-day when you’ll wed,
as milkmen start their rounds while you’re a-bed,
that’s just about when Venus, the goddess of love,
will – if you, too, rise early to look above
the lanes of Lancs. – be making her merry way
across the sun. This once-in-a-lifetime day
will be as warm and lovely as home-baked bread,
on the morning of the D-day when you’ll wed.


for John & Wendy, 6th June 2012
I have two haiku in the latest edition of The Heron's Nest.