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Tag: Recreation

Caparison

English: Horse in caparison at spring festival...

Fresh, clear, sunny, Blueskies pastel, white fluffs

hazy haze…bunged up tubes:

Liquids –

please apply within.

 

Outside now for a smoke and a quibble.

Is there chicken still for tea?

New potatoes, new peas, new beans, new lamb…

new dawn

Brooklyn’s Buggy

Bentley 6½-Litre Speed Six Tourer

Siegfried came and went:

Sixty-Niner

Move faster,

Desiderata:

‘Go Bentley

without Plates…’

5:15

English: 3 days chicken of Kosova Long Crowing...

Was that me for a moment?

The gardens soaking.

The slugs are sliming…

Get yourself in the moment!

The day is dawning

The heat is rising

Make some tea in a moment.

 

…night without dreams – I bet I had some.

sheet’s on the floor – mattress peeping.

Cockerel is crowing – wants some feeding.

Shipping forecast – possibly later…

Sit in dark with daylight growing,

waiting around for the morning news.

Chill on my legs as I make a Rollie

Looking for symptoms of the flu

Casual thought about making coffee.

More Mary-Ann with the shaky hand.

Stand up, sit down – issue a moan.

Pull the curtains – must do the lawn.

Have a wee-wee – or have I been?

Faffing about since the clock read 5:15…

Road to Tad

English: Water tower at Piltown This water tow...

Tarmac patch water tower

wood stump clearing dip

and two

little double roundabouts,

flat binocular

white nipples

sullied by tyre smear,

skids, and fast

turning people

rushing to the bomb

plant past gypsy site,

through wood and common bends

and twists and dents

to the Falcon’s nest…

Sheet Life

E. Antipova. A Midday. 1982

Midday after a slow trudge of a morning
Skid marks on my pillow:
A pillowcrash.
In the wee big hours when dragonflies sleep
Worldnews feeds my dreams, another train disaster
More than not man dead, I am well informed
By a tweet tweeting by
Just after seven when all the gods wake.

daylight robbery

HogarthTyburnLarge

dawn breaks on the bough

replacing weary night;

werewolf and dogman

return to their lairs;

and, we ride out

to snatch Tyburn’s necklace,

and plant it deep in

undiscovered clays

 

 

 

Juneday Twenty: Gloam

The lolling lion

A slow heavy fast night of clammy claw

CS Lewis wakes up the coffee hour

Good banks for the rich: bad banks for the poor.

Loose head props a sea of waxy flowers

Lolling on the blue, crucible altar;

Swimming the foamback Bosphorous caprice

Carpetted riviera road floor.

Catch the earlybird bullet to Nice!

Consideration: transportation is

Unavailable at this holy hour

Also calculate the lonely crowds of rose

That spend so much time wallflowering

Patiently awaiting a tender pruning.