Tuesday, 30 September 2014

Michaelmas heat
the ambulance drivers
swap sarcasm

Sunday, 28 September 2014

forty-something
and my legs are like lead...
autumn sunlight
slants across the asters
already turning to brown

Saturday, 27 September 2014

trapping all the light:
the chalk-white facade
of the Poppy Factory

Thursday, 25 September 2014

hospital visit
a magpie shifts around
the chimney-pot

Monday, 22 September 2014

The Pantry

While Mum unpegs the washing and thinks
I'm upstairs, I ferret in the pantry -
the Hansel-and-Gretel-house biscuit tin:
I scoff: lemon puffs; a Garibaldi;
bourbons; custard creams; stale, cardboardy
strawberry wafers, tasting of ginger nuts;
two digestives to aid digestion. It's
then that my eyes alight on nirvana:
Whitworth's currants and portly sultanas,
handfuls of which I pack within my cheeks,
a hamster bedding down for winter sleep.
Just for luck, I unpeel a banana.

Friday, 19 September 2014

Morning After a Snowstorm on the West Strand

Where the tide ends and the snow begins
is anybody's guess. Three red setters
look confounded. They're not the only ones:
it's as if coconut milk has been poured
from a great height. My boots sink twice:
first, the immaculate crunch into half a finger's
worth of snow; then the sand's softer yield.
This is my route to the port today, to sign on
and receive free slabs of Cheddar from
the EEC Mountain. This is utterly stupendous.

Wednesday, 17 September 2014

September heat
a pigeon's peck becomes
the apple core's roll

Wednesday, 10 September 2014

outside the court
the bloke with a suitcase
takes in the sun

Tuesday, 9 September 2014

the slug pulls a feather
across the patio
super moon

Monday, 8 September 2014

Indian summer
my daughter refuses
to sing along with me

Wednesday, 3 September 2014

end of the line
the driver takes a large bite
of a Danish pastry