Zen
The snowman is a mellow fellow
and cares not when his legs are yellow
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Tag: outdoors
October 4, 2013
Gadzooks!
Look out!
An ill wind
Coughs: spits out
Lilac phlegm.
Now smell
sweet almond waft
angry onions:
this garden is
full of livid
sad mad
bramble.
Ghoulish dead potato
crazed leek
rise up to
taste
doomed decay
reeking havoc
hear
the cluck as
amok chickens
weep behind trembling
toffee wrappers
See
Behind that mauve shed
a terrible lettuce
is born.
October 4, 2013
Nibbles
The Rev Nice-Grub paused life struck
shopping list of savoury dainties before her
incomplete: savoury quails eggs, spiced cheeses…
Holy music meandered ox-bowed
midlife muddy water curved solidly,
strong, steady laps undercut the bank
vile, grass clod bays and inlets for voles
cans and ducks. Captives get marooned
on a cut off clump, excised by wake and wind,
and wave forlornly: we wave back, hollow eyed.
Our off white hull stirs large laps as it hums past,
scary aftermath loosens more sods that collapse
under the webfoot gait of ducks and swans
and wellyboots of anglers and toddlers
leaving small gashed inlets for thin quick snakes.
…crudites, nice dips, potato chips, nuts.
September 23, 2013
Musk
Clouds slumber
Hum hark hear
Ammonium
Salt miners
Maenads mummies
Westerly eyries launch
chaff over miserly ears
Turning on Twisted
hissing egos chide arid
bad armies renting earth
Hands over plover’s eggs
Soft petals release indigo
nerve gas empty tents
echo rueful neutral
astral laments
September 22, 2013
Harlequin
here
is a stillborn,
grey still, day:
a
day to
get lost on the wing.
shivering
in
cold sog:
awaiting
a
long hot shower:
four hours
dreaming
steaming
August 26, 2013
Glimpse Caught
Backside,
Z-framed
Larder door
Right angled
Very steep
Leaning still
With brass coat
Hook intact
After sixty years
Provides support to
Green Wheelbarrow
Propped chassis out
Sunbeam ignites
Spiders golden strand.
August 22, 2013
Fat Fly
Play!
We have play
On
A dog day.
Sweat and steam.
Sultry dream:
water lilies,
huge emerald
pink voilet.
Swamp and mire,
fire fish fly,
like pickets…
August 15, 2013
All that Fall
Opiate wood earth
brunette even glass,
leaf plumes.
Rain insists easy as
heavy tears of Mayo.
A Cuspid day
Fangs a lot.
Frond reaping:
marking out the autumn field
for fallow deer and rabid ox…
-Windows shut?
-Yea…yes: Clunk.
Smoke and mirrors.
A soft, lilac world
turns turtle purple:
Tempes Fuchsia
July 28, 2013
Down my Way
Elevenish
Big rains water the pampas
washing away dust and clues.
The flora sleeps soaked
and wakes to day kisses
of sun and breeze.
Mind out of time out of mind.
July swings all the way to Westward Ho! and Hell.
The buttercups are salted by soft tears
smoothed away by aphids.
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