Monday, 30 June 2014

just enough river
to tickle their feet:
preening swans

Sunday, 29 June 2014

cafe rain
a starling takes
Parma ham in one

Saturday, 28 June 2014

Magma 59 launch

Last night saw the launch of Magma 59 at the London Review Bookshop in sunny Bloomsbury. Some fabulous poets reading their work included Abegail Morley, Susannah Hart, Carole Bromley, Fiona Moore and special guests Lorraine Mariner and Colette Bryce; so I was delighted to have been invited by co-editors Roberta James and Alex Pryce to read too. As my poem in Magma 59, 'Half Board at the Alum Sands Hotel', is set on the South Coast, I thought I'd read another coastal poem, 'The Boating Lake', first. The wine flowed and it was a thoroughly magical evening. As someone eloquently put it, "Oh my gawwwwd". There will be a second launch event, in Leicester on 17th July, which will, I'm sure, be wonderful too.
midsummer light...
the three-legged greyhound
romps down the road

Thursday, 26 June 2014

up summer's backstreets the couple on a tandem gossip

Wednesday, 25 June 2014

a shades-wearing binman
stamps down rubbish
within the wheelie-bin...
swifts race midsummer
over the tennis-courts

Tuesday, 24 June 2014

jumbled thoughts...
a silverfish makes another
darting foray

Monday, 23 June 2014

the chugger's persistence
a pinch of stormlight
within the heat

Sunday, 22 June 2014

street party
once again the swingball
gets caught up

Saturday, 21 June 2014

swishing across
the whitewashed wall:
black cat-tails

Thursday, 19 June 2014

long meeting:
throughout the discussion
sounds of the dustcart

Wednesday, 18 June 2014

almost midsummer
the goslings tread water
in all directions

Tuesday, 17 June 2014

with every note
the penny whistler's eyes
from side to side

after Martin Lucas

Monday, 16 June 2014

a swan in half a foot of river swims into wade mode

Sunday, 15 June 2014

early summer
the rapid pace of a woman
carrying Prosecco

Saturday, 14 June 2014

the languid strokes
of double scullers
this June evening...
a pen and her cygnets
preen in unison

Friday, 13 June 2014

sticky night
vinegar seeps to the bottom
of the chip bag

Thursday, 12 June 2014

on a blackboard
outside the closed-down pub:
its last menu

Wednesday, 11 June 2014

at intervals through
the freshly-strimmed patch:
a wagtail's frippery

Tuesday, 10 June 2014

just for the hell of it...
swifts tear up
the whole blue sky

Monday, 9 June 2014

the limpid millstream
bears a number of goslings
already reduced

Sunday, 8 June 2014

a heron creeps along the river thinned to a trickle
festival dusk
the bassline strangles
every corpuscle

Saturday, 7 June 2014

the day's slow fade...
a cat on the flat felt roof
turns its back

Friday, 6 June 2014

June sunshine
piles of beach towels
in the store window

Thursday, 5 June 2014

spits of rain
the goose family
bathes en masse

Wednesday, 4 June 2014

the same old steamboat
plying the river

Monday, 2 June 2014

clearing a path
through my parents' garden
the snag of thorns