jennifer diamond
beyond the giant boundary of my tiny world jennifer diamond took me by the hand up the steps towards the slag tips to see the pool that a thrown shard of slag could turn into a splash ~ the ripples are still spreading 75 years later~ long after jennifer had died and left me alone with this sharp stone
an exhibit at an exhibition
there attendant is
an exhibit that moves
occasionally
from one gallery to another
it’s a long word
sometimes he needs help
with the double doors
a thousand words?
a photograph as an image
is a collage of thoughts
rolling like leaves under a waterfall
first this one on top then another
merging in the shadows of depth
words
become river banks
become
rocks that the water falls over
as the river runs away with a thought
of words describing words as
dogs running along the bank
barking at the leaf boats
going over the falls
take courage stare crazy
reading the image through a magnifier
at the wrong end of a binocular
still now ~ smile ~ steady ~~ steady!
CLICK
there you are
laundry womb
the washing machine
its innards gurgling
the room becomes a womb
then all at once
everything starts spinning
and thump jumping
as the waters break
through the bent tube
i make my move
when prose says a word please
you wait for a word
then two come along
they are so full of themselves
no wait
there will be another along soon
but soon is a long short
soon you will get it
says prosody
be gone
two words say
be done
here’s one word for you
stupid stupid stupid
now look what you gone an done
so every poems repeats
soon soon
Gower Walking Festival 2026
to walk release on the winds of breath
come rain or shine the euphoria of being led
by leaning upon the words of a guide across
a palimpsest of paths freshly reappointed
from far and wide they converge
upon conversation’s terrain to uncoil
as a group along a line to where the
sea’s amalgam sands the landed sky
drawn along in a pause we wait
for our ears to grow accustomed to
words that paint a picture within a picture
to be handed a seance of times bygone
funny sunny or bane of rain
heads lift hearts sore
for a poem has captured more
so much more than i can say
they say ~ ~ thank you ~ thank you all
more walks if you please
so that we can chat and stride
along tides and fields and trees
rambling along a rambling wave
time and again we say
thank you all
from all of us
freckled
tell me it happened
although i think no-
-one could endure that much
it’s like
a stationary wave on
a slice of wind
your summer freckles fading
no no
