Portrait of a Maybe
No malice no cry
Removed annoying tiffin dag
Dried up fruit cake crumb
Hard to break down cranberry
Undigested lamb cutlet
Or something more sinister
Don’t look now says Henry James
pulling on worn cardie
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: writing
March 24, 2016
As it Happens…
Cold hip
Scotch egg,
Is that a poem?
Rearranging words
Arbitrarily
For no
apparent reason
manifest purpose
slant rhyme or
reason
sugar cube
icky medicine
fat little soldier
March 23, 2016
Iffy Starter Motor
In the kichen
Red faced
post fruit salad
or is it
maybe
something else
some sinister
blood orange blister?
Blind Panic ensues
transylvanians
desiccating coconuts
A most august body sits:
~
Parliamentary
Finance Committee
Chairperson up Boris’s bum –
is this love or confusion
one experiences?
~
Stuck in full car park
Striking exaggerated poses
Helpful demeanours
Express insincere concerns
Sporting helpful disbelievers
March 23, 2016
Ash to Ashes
Ongoing natter
random chronic gibberish
still work in progress
virgin walnut oil
unhurried lapping
waters flow uphill
March 22, 2016
Pigsticking
sober reflections
clear spring morning sunshine
scar tissue lingers
mental pictures commingle
pellucid surging
penned up squealing
March 21, 2016
Cider With Nosey
As
you
walk out
in the garden
assume the olive chair
face the morning sun
mindful of the schism
spend awhile elsewhere
ten provides some clarity
go tear down delapidated
old tired chicken townships
destroy what is not needed
gig for stolen dignity
time to dig down deep
replenish nurture
preserve
grow
March 21, 2016
Start the Week Again
Nine
Start the week
with a ban on refined sugar
opened the honey
moving slower already
somewhere somethings wrong
not done any work
of a practical nature
never make appointments you
know that you don’t keep
how can you make some headway
where do you begin?
March 20, 2016
Machete Bolognese
vane bonfires fade
spontaneous implosive
embers smoulder on
March 20, 2016
Curious Doormouse
Seedtime
equine ox
astronomical lingo
wrong sort of sleep
one of them funny old days
doing all the right things wrong
wrong sort of light to boot
mutters of great importance
scent whiff of torched digestives…
yawning bore arduous grey trudge
through south faced field first thing foraging
for breakfast, pretty slim pickings- tea tree dewdrops
bathe hands & start again humming nice day for a white webbing
March 19, 2016
An Inspector Calls
As day commences
question heavy
underwhelming poxy
leaden gundog sky
just turned eleven
Steak Pie & Chips
in to burn
tad wonky
Morning
lies in tatters
Anti-personnel weapon
Pops
in for a
Chat
Grimbeau 