Sunday, 26 February 2017

mauve crocuses . . .
yer man necks in one
his energy drink

Saturday, 4 February 2017


I double-take my double take, adjust the view-
finder over fields diagonally furrowed.

Latching onto a falcon’s dive is purely
a matter of point-the-bins-and-see.

I can’t see the aftermath of its swoop
on an idle dabbler, but somehow I trap

the peregrine’s flight across the lagoon,
packed with avocets, teal and widgeon,

which freak into the air, as if a match has
been lit in a room full of flammable gas.

Wednesday, 1 February 2017

riverside benches:
the dedication plates
buffed up by rain