Monday, 31 August 2015

the blue tractor
leading the traffic
summer's end

Sunday, 30 August 2015

gritstone edge:
all the sheep within
an oak's shadow

Thursday, 27 August 2015

The Fall

The man in a Sex Instructor - First Lesson Free black-t-shirt
stomps like a despot across the pebble beach, can of Export 
nuzzling his lips, this bunting-festooned August afternoon 
sandwiched between three nights and days of constant rain;
then heads off the prom to a mid-terrace mid-Victorian flat,
the cracked facade of which he monkeys up like Spider-Man.

That's the very point in time when the four of us pass by,
more nonplussed than alarmed by his bellowing vaguely 
over our heads, and the bang behind us due to him flailing
down from the second floor, only just missing the railing.
He chortles like it's perfectly natural, which we can't belie
when every one of us reboots the locomotion of his falling.

Wednesday, 26 August 2015

downland gales
the town and the sea
smothered by rain-mist

Tuesday, 25 August 2015

green waves
darken the groyne...
sea kale

Monday, 24 August 2015

anglers' rods
off the end of the pier

Sunday, 23 August 2015

sultry night
I dream of blackberries
just out of reach

Thursday, 20 August 2015

Sands End dusk:
somebody's book shelves
crammed at all angles

Wednesday, 19 August 2015

by the slow brook
every balsam slipper
filled by a bee

Monday, 17 August 2015

In Berrylands

It's the top tip of a white-shirted geezer
leaving the pub that leads us from the meagre

harvest of a roadside trellis overhang
to richer pickings along the lane behind

the sun- and family-packed beer garden. By now
we've worked out a system of sorts: while you

nab the lower stuff with admirable speed (your
fingers wresting plump ones beneath each stinger),

I lean up with a practised tiptoe balance
(not so clever if I fall in the nettles)

to reap the bigguns 'within a tall man's reach'.
So many turn to mush at the merest touch

one more storm will surely fetch them off. We share
how we first went berrying: me at Ranmore

Common with my folks, my brothers and buckets;
you in shiny Sheffield with your nannan. It's

marvellous how quickly we fill to the brim
the ice-cream container. I hum, as you sing.

Friday, 14 August 2015

easing the dread
of the work day ahead:
two swans in flight

Sunday, 9 August 2015

Broadstairs Haiku

crescent bay:
the morris side jangles
through the sand

Punch and Judy:
the well-tanned professor
rounds up a crowd

ignoring the campsite curfew waning moon

bouncy boardwalk
a leathery geezer
chomps on nougat

Friday, 7 August 2015

sunny platform
the trainspotter jots down
two trains at once