Grimbeau

Moon undercast, sat in dark, underslept,

overdreamt.

Grayson Perry repeats in my ear:

wreath lecture.

Upstairs rumbles, floorboards creak:  footfall

human biped

paw patter.

Noises.

House to clear, stuff to do.

Shetland occasionally poor.

Colour pitch. Huge challenges. Budget cuts.

Findings concerning.

Rain is the number. Heavy brisk bluster.

Gorge custard. Asp tounges in larkspit.

Togas and no gas.

Maria danced for money

grander day. Blue mountain megafire. Bedtime for bonkers.

Thuds.

The day begins and ends in night.

Night is morning: Good morning night!

Clocks fall back soon.