by grimbeau




abysmal dancer witters on:

‘…got a Twitter, Andy tweeted. So,

I tweeted back. How we tittered.’


I looked out on the ragged garden:

taken a good winter battering, well

grazed by bold Sussex Hens

(the dog is indoors a lot of late).


My word mind lands on ‘Topiary’:

Sculpted hedgerow dinosaurs;

Gothic ramparts; all shapes phallic,

A racing car with driver, a duck,


Oh, and a family of elephants.

And nearly lost to reason I paused

And came to my senses.

The duties of the day press in:


Wake the dead, feed the head,

Clean up, sit up, sit down,

wash my feet, eat…