chaplet
on lengthening vines
all the rest less
birds of summer
talk is of going south
of following the old birds
their taste tales of Africa
with their tails in the air
are you ready
steady …
twittering
overwintering
chaplet
on lengthening vines
all the rest less
birds of summer
talk is of going south
of following the old birds
their taste tales of Africa
with their tails in the air
are you ready
steady …
twittering
overwintering
the cat’s dog days
a cat stalks
the sun
in the lavender stalks
it all talks of
the dog days of summer
that have been seen off
how the words fall
that have seen it all
the cat twirls three times
and dozes off
just sayings
in the lost woods
the voices of my mum and dad
the funny sayings they had
a fire to warm me
now that i am lost in the turning
they were such strange sayings
head under the pillow stuff
dark window stuff
distant train stuff
to who
will i turn to
now that the turntable is
sending me back down the track
muttering all those sleepy sayings
just one more for the road
if not now then when
i said that one day i was going to visit
she said if not now then when
and i thought and thought
i was still thinking when they said
your time is up
genre be gone
kick my arse out of this poetry groove
this poetry groove
this poetry groove
this poetry groove
click my can’t be arsed
to unsheathe another album cover to recover
my balance
leap of faith
tell me again tell me again that is what i need
tell me there is another world outside
walk me on the wild side
drop me hints on the paper chase
blindfold my blindfold over and over
darken me
ker pow
where are we now
paradise lost on a collage without pieces
hand me a crayon
click click click
lick
drawing in
the night’s are drawing in
whispered on the wind
of dusk
guy fawkes
whittled down to a whisper
of the boys’ determination
bigger
than last year’s
is agreed in lieu of memory
yes for yes is afoot tonight
and it must be just so
a smut settles
and then another settles
as white as snowflakes
will be
will be
soon
the longest word
bigger than childhood
soon it will be
christmas
that whirlpool of emotion where
fairy tales abound
when really
starts really drawing in
snap decisions
that photo
if it was such a ‘great capture’
why is the subject still there
why can you not release it
back into the wild
and if you did
would there be two wild moments
to capture
and
did you stalk the image
or did you wait patiently
are you a hunter-gatherer
or a farmer of cropped images
apertures widen
bird brain
where do birds go to die
a few miscalculations
fall at our feet
but the myriads
where are they
and the egg shells
a few miscalculations
fall at our feet
but the myriads
where are they
the cats calculate
bring us a few
placed at our feet
the kestrel
makes a feather bed
to step over
thoughts roost
a murmuration of imagination
answers be still
now where are we
what ~ surely not
what are we
but selected bits of the earth
assembled to a plan that works
bits of plans that did not work
or that work around our plan
we are both a plan
and parts of a plan
that is itself not planned
but a result of
bits of a war
pieces that resemble peace
not one is unsoiled
try swallowing that
birthday candle
the wick
of pre-gestation
was lit by …?
the wick
post-mortis
is snuffed by …?
life waxes lyrical
for what else can it do