Sunday, 30 March 2014

we can but wait—
a coot makes headway
against the current

Saturday, 22 March 2014

over the thunder
of the barrelling Tube train:
sign language

Thursday, 20 March 2014

street of cafes:
cherry blossom gusts
across the tables

Tuesday, 18 March 2014

on Westminster Bridge:
my grin within
the tourist's selfie

Monday, 17 March 2014

brimstones among daffodils magnolia light

Saturday, 15 March 2014

The Golden Howdah

            From the golden howdah,
she has a bird’s-eye view of the town;
the avenues splayed towards the waterfront,
            where goods arrive from all over.

            Up and down she goes
with Jambo’s every, slow-motion lope.
It’s a most beautiful sight and everyone
            coos unconditional delight.

            Up there, she sees
all manner of maladjusted malarkey:
the birds and the bees, petty thievery,
            the birds and the last of the bees.

Saturday, 8 March 2014

my feet ease
into new socks

Thursday, 6 March 2014

spring sun
the tree surgeon
works from within

Monday, 3 March 2014

sneezing into the wind
a beagle relinquishes
its big stick

Saturday, 1 March 2014

orange towels
taut on the line
spring sun
The March issue of A Hundred Gourds is now online. It includes a tribute to John Carley, a terrific essay by Thomas Powell and some fine reviews.