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Tag: Nature

The Bagpiper

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He piped the music slow, careful.

Buzzing,

buzz, buzz, buzz

 

Not on my nose!

Don’t land…

 

Too late.

 

Freeze, Mr. Piper, or the nose gets it.

 

Sweatbeads: adrenalin: tremble.

 

Try a blow? Little up draught.

Macroscopia.

Make small big.

Blow responsibly.

 

Music is oozing from the nozzle,

mauve music magma.

Blow now!

Blew

 

Sting, recoil,

drop music funnel

notes splatter cake.

Eyes flood

Half blind.

Grab, miss, panic

cake on floor…

 

…nose throbs, cross eyes

purple lump.

 

Buzz gone, job done,

fact of life

 

 

 

 

 

Pelaton!

A woman crossing a stile after the flooding in the Thames Valley, December 1915

 

Galactic dawn,

wet as water:

Ponds ’r’ Us!

Like a mucky duck

the weatherman

walks on warm, thin ice,

looking up anxiously

 

Sees

serene green scene

creams obscene

at tulips pouting,

kind epileptic fish,

sanguine potholed saucepans

latterday Saturday vertebrae.

Endless list: catalyst.

 

We swoon,

shrug it off,

embrace

&

turnover leaves

 

 

 

 

Pondlife

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Up it is:

dithered, dawdled, dallied.

Barnes out: Barnes in.

Door shut and locked.

Took pills,

tectonic shift,

Subterranean Bogseat Blues.

Poohs.

Ah-aarghs.

It’s Alive!

groaning, churning, burning.

Awakenings: pondlife.

Crawling vision.

POV:

Thing gropes

Pathless:

mud, reed, slime, sludge

for warm, dry land.

Slow as a Boa.

Protozoa.

 

Deuterium Climes

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Rain, sultry rain.

Opaque grapes,

leaden sky fruit,

burst on copious,

oil dark

plush olive,

swooning,

spaded,

luscious leaves.

 

Three chirrup

kaleidoscope toucans

tenderly engage

a dopey puffin then

hunker down within

the livid dense canopy

to share a light

repast of slender wafers

over a convivial round

of knock out whist.

 

Tuesdays,

no matter the weather,

is Housey-Housey,

a rainforest favourite

throughout the ages.

Beastlings from yards

Around always

Attend

 

 

 

Cinders

 

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Too sad to write,

wash my quill in saline

then candle quash.

Thrift shines,

lights the copper scuttle carving

a giant shadow

on hearth

matter

 

Jasper Bush

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Fickle

Shadows

Juggle

quick, startling sun spores

A spook of

Ions

Coalesces

to unveil

Jasper Bush

 

Waters Took

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Moodpainter…

Stitched up

like a kipper.

Slow train fuming.

Touch light blue paper.

Electric smoke smell.

Flicker.

Glimpse candle

spunk in shade.

Dragonfly and scallion:

Pork medallion.

Bang.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang. Is that you?

No.

Knobsides?

Not got any.

Stuck then.

Coalholed in one.

Albatross

humming like a hawser

In a fall squall

The Zest Fest

scrapbook

Get this thrill

Be no martyr

No Sidhartha

Spill no beans

Midsommer

Green scene

Thunder peel

Fitzcaraldo

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Lunchtime.

Chilly when the sun goes plug

Ate bits of last night.

Took my drugs.

Green Cold Amber.

Sun in and out.

Epiphany!

Garden excursion with coffee and cheroot.

Stare at puffy blue song swan vistas.

Make an inventory!

A gossamer feather, white as the lamb;

a cutting crowded rusty burner

(By-law say no burning till seven

on dint of death by fire; A plethora of flies.

Cut my Leg? Crimson Orinoco.

The expedition returns to base.

Bloodied but unbruised.

Forethought…Paws

 

Smart,

smug Smart Alec sat,

soiled by ibex ordure,

popping vindicates

at established fates.

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Mozart Violet echoes

conch in Sea.

All is stop.

No ghosts,

(One did look!)

 

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The door!

Is that a dog?

Would it, could it be?

Back from killing conies,

flushing out fat farm rats,

haring up hills,

racing gannets on the strand.

Yes, don’t be silly,

it was here,

it was her.

Fresh as the icy, blue zephyr,

that bid me: ‘How are Ye?’