Saturday, 31 August 2013

The September issue of A Hundred Gourds is now online, featuring, inter alia, some 'expositions' curated by me, including an essay by Teddington's finest poet, Hamish Ironside.
sunsprayed ride:
a speckled wood opens out
its full spread

Thursday, 29 August 2013

August heat
the old Jack Russell takes umbrage
at everything

Wednesday, 28 August 2013

plane-tree shadows...
a tabby cat reclines
on a soft-top

Tuesday, 27 August 2013

Michaelmas daisies
the tops of the tower-blocks
enveloped by mist

Monday, 26 August 2013

heathland brambles
a honey bee investigates
every drupelet

Sunday, 25 August 2013

the backwaters:
both its parents feed sprats
to the grebe chick

Saturday, 24 August 2013

In the Coronation Baths

it’s my breath,
in her blood-red ring,

that bolsters
my daughter afloat.

My bold son,
for the first time,

lurches fluently
into the butterfly

and plies the pool
with long, round arms,

like a bowler
from the early days of cricket.

When at last
the three of us meet,

we’re like dolphins
grinning beside a boat.

Wednesday, 21 August 2013

we scratch
mosquito bites—
blue moon

Tuesday, 20 August 2013

evening fox...
I do my best
to walk at Dad's pace

Monday, 19 August 2013

beached pedaloes—
               sandflies nip
from mussel to scallop

Saturday, 17 August 2013

trailing vaporetti
a cormorant turns its head
this way and that

Friday, 16 August 2013

half moon
cicadas sing the length
of the quiet canal

Thursday, 15 August 2013

among palazzi
the north-east wind
swallows your words

Monday, 12 August 2013

Hounslow sundown
she happily harvests
courgette flowers

Sunday, 11 August 2013

cloudless skies
a stallholder spills tomatoes
in my path

Saturday, 10 August 2013

in the shade
of the upright surfboard
wedged in the sand
a surfer trains his gaze
on the highest waves

Friday, 9 August 2013

summer hangover
a gust springs showers
from the plane trees

Thursday, 8 August 2013

onto her thigh
an inch above the pool:
a hornet's shadow

Wednesday, 7 August 2013

evening heat
on the road to the windmill
small tortoiseshells