Bubblevision
Four craven trees,
Black poison trees,
cunning, life
sucking Yews.
Visible
Stark smooth
Rippled water
Calms reflecting
Your face
And the
Silhouette
Against the sky behind you.
You look blank
Sort of lost
In light
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Tag: Nature
February 4, 2015
Hue & Cry
Prematurely
summoned
by hounds
alarmed by slams & shouts –
sound carries well under cold white floret clouded skies –
Cauliflower sharp acoustics
Keen the acute
Well-honed
Canine ear
February 2, 2015
Trebarwith
Seaswept
wave big
siblings
paddling
heaven’s
crested
strand
January 30, 2015
The Subtefuge
Under the weather’s
Consistent disappointments
Sly Sleet sinuates –
Adversity revels
In Tombstone pistol whippings
Fatuous sunbeams –
indifferent to fluey colds –
wait above the storm
concocting arcane
ruses, kidding us Tom Fools
January 26, 2015
The Dread Aftermath of Naked Gambolling
yet another
clam-bake
funday
a diddle-dee-dum day
a sufficiency of sun day
a my god what have I done day;
subsequently,
red raw
Bum Day
January 18, 2015
True Rumours
The year is shaping,
form finds content in
mulch and gunge,
from primal gloop comes novelty
Everything assumes a name:
Rose, Spud, and Daisy to name but three.
And this year’s offspring: Prim, Tatty, and Iris.
Pleasant thoughts to have for sure.
Looking forward to plenty more.
Signs of hope…
Bang!
I kid you not.
The dog just barked.
Here’s the cops.
January 17, 2015
Woodland
If you go down
to the woods today
you’re bound to
bump into
some trees
December 16, 2014
Spuke
Quite a Wok.
Urizen-frozen Fell
the frozen, lurid
mud Grey mod.
What Budgerigar?
Or plumed fallow
grazing dark dimensions
such as these:
saying thussly.
`your dreams shine without you or me
capably…’
taking of notice. I wrote these words when
I realised that, given scant regard,
we are
Diahann:
the weakened
flutterby.
October 24, 2014
Quiver
‘Sewer grapes, capers, tourque armada…’
Will the din ever cease, what for a moments peace!
Giblets & Ghibellines, a splurge of ante-pastor.
Parricidal, opus deified, maple turnovers,
old sage oakum, and mudlark, turdal
tidal thames, sloops in misty river,
Quiver.
An assignation in Flandirge Veal.
Conspiracy with merge derby, whispers and flies.
Glue the tumbril to the blade.
A deal is made, we swell at dawn to Deptford Dock.
October 10, 2014
Captain Splash!
In the dead of night,
This time of year
Destiny has gone
Rhapsody is here
Melody always is
Singing like an angel
Because she is an Angel
Harmony’s a banshee
This time of year,
In the dead of night,
Grimbeau 