Tuesday, 30 April 2013

my mind agog
a large white finds a course
between headstones

Monday, 29 April 2013

blue skies
reading letters I wrote
aged seventeen

Sunday, 28 April 2013

bluebell wood
I let my legs go
as fast as they wish

Saturday, 27 April 2013

wind-chilled green
the incoming batsman
flexes her legs

Friday, 26 April 2013

the damson tones
of a fellow passenger's nails
magenta moon

Thursday, 25 April 2013

on the last sunrays
collared doves glide
to the chestnut tops

Wednesday, 24 April 2013

Good Day, Mr Gauguin

You tilt your beret's slope to match the mud-brown hood
of the first among the townsfolk's women to welcome back
your gaucho legend to the South Breton seaboard.
Burnt sienna pasture enflames the mussel-blue skies
of pebble-sized hail and the light that creams our chimneys.

You remove the umber richness of your cloak. Now tell us
how the Martinique sun swirled cadmium-yellow
around your palette. Remind us of the swagger you cut
through Creole society. Give us what we secretly crave:
wholesale lascivious lushness, green as a ripening love-apple.

Tuesday, 23 April 2013

sunshine pervades
the whole of the top deck—
scent of cider

Monday, 22 April 2013

Earth Day cloud
a hind bounds
through cut-back bracken

Sunday, 21 April 2013

white campion
the shimmer of flies
at the goose carcass

Saturday, 20 April 2013

Car Bomb

Like a chemistry teacher’s sulphurous party piece,
the white flare balloons

from the balaclava-black horizon
long before the bang.

We know at once exactly what it is.
And when the sound makes

toward us from the headland end of town,
it does so at an affable trot,

as though a last great lightning-strike
has shown its face and gone.

Friday, 19 April 2013

half moon
so soon the magnolia's blooms
give way to its leaves

Thursday, 18 April 2013

into a gap
    in the contraflow
        spring gusts blow
             a traffic cone

Wednesday, 17 April 2013

clouds like a massif in the west the speed of bats

Tuesday, 16 April 2013

a faceful of somebody's smoke spring sun

Monday, 15 April 2013

banking ducks...
the magnolia opens
to a new day

Sunday, 14 April 2013

overtaken
by a waltzing brimstone
basking jackdaws

Friday, 12 April 2013

dangling
from the fat retriever's jaw:
sunlit slobber

Thursday, 11 April 2013

camouflaged by gravel
in the stadium car park
three pigeons

Wednesday, 10 April 2013

the river flows
in the wrong direction—
warm splash of sun

Tuesday, 9 April 2013

from a skyscape
bursting with rainclouds:
the calls of geese

Monday, 8 April 2013

sucking my last mint...
all the daffodils in bloom
at the sewage works

Sunday, 7 April 2013

a magpie stretches 
for toeholds
on the office-block—
at last I bring to mind
the word mezzanine

Saturday, 6 April 2013

spring blizzard
a carer guides
her charge along

Thursday, 4 April 2013

artisan ice cream—
a cormorant slips
into the tideway

Wednesday, 3 April 2013

Reynard

Now you’ll see him, now you won’t, as twilight
sparks up the poppies, hollyhocks and pines
beside the cottage, where a devilment
of bees savours your lavender, and finds
his trailing brush and whiskery ears. You’ll
not help but notice his caper and smirk
as he evanesces over the wall
into Great Wood. Lanterns will stem the dark.
You’ll repeatedly click apart, together,
snapdragons’ mustard-and-cochineal jaws;
inhale sweet peas’ pinkness; be surprised
by the trickster stealing up through heather.
Magenta speckles in foxglove corollas
will kaleidoscope night behind your eyes.

Tuesday, 2 April 2013

painted lady—
the sun’s rays slope across
crazy paving