I'm eating cherries.
Contemplating high water,
Notice the green square.
F A S T painted in red
Inside a black diamond
On a whitewashed wall
The cold cabinet
Today's fish separated
With lemon slices
Chrome and bamboo I
Watch the wheelchair fisherman
Casting andcasting
Mortadella moon.
The cardinal is eating
Salted radishes.
Silence. A clear sky.
The embryo relaxing
Will soon be a child.
The gravel pit lake
Gulls perch on rusted cranes
Fisherman asleep.
Fields of winter reeds
A ditch digger piling mud
Gulls stand in old rain.
The flower seller
Is blowing cigarette smoke
Over his roses.
Cold-moon bright bedroom
Half asleep tethered with warmth
I hear a tap drip.
A moth on B flat
Tobacco between the keys
Empty piano.
Bath time, a dead fly
Floats in the cooling water
I reach for the soap.
Tanit figurine
Worn stone computer lantern
The slack marina.
Indigo smoke from
A cone of coincidence
My hat in the air.
Lemongrass burning
Smoke rising,ash drifting to
Opposite corners.
Burning sandalwood
Watching smoke become shadow
SAW TREE FALL MAN WEDS
On the canal bank...
Smiling at my reflection
Washing radishes
(Written to celebrate Peter's recovery 6 months after heart op)
Seven fish frying
Sizzling in a smoke-black pan
Crescents of lemon.
The gardener is
Kneeling in winter sunlight
Among last years leaves
Excavated arch
Of square cut lava. In the
palms butterflies dance.
Talk of the old times
Over fried seabass and greens
Half moon flycatcher.
Next to the kiosk
On the surface of the pond
Wind blown winter sails.
Pots with blue pansies
A thrush steps back from his leaves
Investigating.
Under three glass bells
Overwintering peppers
The experiment.
Planting chamomile
Between the crazy paving
So close dreams nearby.
Come the Festive Tree
Lights of blue along each branch
Outline of a star.
Crescents of onion,
Zucchini and tomato
Old man's birthday soup.
A note to myself
The glass at the table's edge
Unfallen water.
Blocking the sunlight
The self-righteous sycamores
Unpleasant as gulls.
A garden of webs
Spiders hunting between the
Michaelmas daisies.
No! It did not rain,
My trousers and shoes are soaked?
I coil an old hose.
Elevator, "First
Floor, second hand, third eye just
Past electricals".
Evening Primrose
Like a this do nicely cat
Not now, you Poppies.
Fantastic beasts
Circle the thorns of the Kraal
Footfall and shadow
Wood-smoke on the wind
Winter pansies in their pots
Autumn turns her key.
Click the pillbox lid
Quiet November High Street
Mince pies for breakfast.
Ask the bartender
These small black flies in my wine
Are they from round here.
Wake up our music
Dress it with silk for tonight
There'll be pomegranates
March buds green the wood
No theme like spring present
Fluted with crocus.
Plod about the place
Tidy up my shoes and pick
Up flotsam paper.
from the beggars coat
spring yellow buttons of hope
Winter aconite.
The halogen lamps
In the extractor hood hum-
Late night mug of tea.
Blackbird with your beak
The colour of crab apples
Oil on rain, the cat.
Washing up white cups
Remember what you can get
Frank the Maffia Pope
Weather beaten rose
Snubs the usual suspects
Feverfew and friends.
In a poet's glance
Poppies tease the artichoke
Love in extremis.
I am cool slippered
barging gently through the jazz,
To Watch the unloading.