do me a flavour

 do me a flavour

the first daffodil 

so welcome in the spring

but ten thousand of the bloody things

bile for mile after mile 

st david’s had his day

i’m going for a leek

oh i say

haiku me an emoji

 haiku me an emoji

haiku me an emoji

for my attention span

over the gorge of life

has had 

no time at all 

for a long time 

now

say that again

i didn’t quite get it

first time

ah

at last i get it

i understand how the sand

drifts from one dune thing 

to another thing

and

as we are on the subject

now where was i 

black (humour?)

 black (humour?)

jammed my thumb in the car door

now the nail has gone black 

and it’s throbbing

we were out of town 

so couldn’t ply the hot paperclip trick 

to save the nail

will wait a few weeks for it to fall off

then bury it under the runner beans

well it looks like a runner bean seed

oh don’t make me clap my hands

it’s bloody sore

what?

oh it’s my left hand

now there is opposition to apposition

i will point that out

it’s also cut

and the antiseptic stings

and the plaster keeps slipping off

and  and

oh bugger it

where’s the paracetamol 

magnolias

magnolias

passing head turning

walled bits of their worlds

holding trees far too big

for their roots

one day  maybe three

they show off their lives

the angst of their fallings

their blushed shades of 

their being in these city yards

behind walled gardens

gate-eye flashes of 

there they are 

for in our ways

we are just passing acquaintances

on a morning to work

or the back dusk of being

just there and falling too soon

into a sweeping

into a corner of credence 

ah but yes we saw them ~ briefly

then we were passed tense

next year and last year

bundled and budded in falling

they are we in fast forward 

tears the petals

of a brief staring 

St. Mary's Abbey

  St. Mary's Abbey

it seemed

as if the blood of the past

was draining from the walls

through the arches

through the boney fingers

of the trees that closed

in a vignette around the scene

not a voice stirred

aghast stood uncertain 

irresistible 

the day’s eyes slowly closed

down among the trodden grasses far away

green drapes

 green drapes 

thoughts streaming through a window 

curtained thoughts drawn back

as a shadow

a light refreshing of time 

garnered as the harvest

of every time she thought

that time  that time

how she remembers that

it was here all the time 

when she was here with him

was that him

the breeze rings

but brings

no answer

in the crook of her arm

the cat stirs in unison 

rain

 rain 

i am sure is saying something 

i just can’t catch it

i tried a water butt

to tap into the essence 

of it it it

but but but

drip drip drip

is all it said

was it talking about me

the tides are a breath you know

how the understandings flow

but the rain

bloody rain 

again 

isn’t that what they say