chip shop

salt and vinegar

tweet now

midday news

survived another day

tomorrow can wait

lockdown

escaping the songs look back

and turn to stone

‪nanny state‬
‪the goats take over‬
‪roaming‬

‪third cup of tea‬
‪escape velocity achieved‬
‪i am in orbit‬

far away the sea

upon the oceans of my mind

floating away

corners turned

poets pinned in mind’s drawers

paper currency

masks

we are hiding behind each

other

street furniture

since Victorian times

just waiting

vanishing point

where do our thoughts go

when they run away

cherry blossom 

snow is and isn’t

is it

primordial cry 

the shadow of a doubt

stares back

off to clean the shed

life has its golden moments

she said

corvid 

is the viral lottery

outdistancing me

an old man

is a young man

in disguise 

spring sunshine then

the weatherman sings the blues

repotted tears freeze 

derelict days

sun dried blood on knees 

oh boys boys

gulls spilled like pearls

down the black steps of the storm

winter’s clasp broken

clicks and groans

the old man craves the sunshine

it dawns on him

the cat turns

deep breath thoughts almost stir

but sleep returns 

cleaning windows

the clematis will flower soon

counting the days

teddy bear

with just one little eye

wickedly winking

cracked mirrors

cosmetic shops closed 

viral self-loathing

water meadow

irises and great reed maces 

dreaming in the sun 

dandelion clock

the wind has the last say 

it is time

covid19

it is counting on your

dead reckoning

‪we are at sea‬
‪the horizon encircles ‬
‪which way now‬
‪death said‬
‪that’s life‬

cuttings of autumn

repotted on in springtime

blossoms in summer

RS Thomas 

i have stopped searching 

i am there at last

static

the cat jumps back

nonplussed 

coronavirus 

agreeing exit plans

husband wife and cat

estuary

foot prints go out

and back

all our muddy thoughts

get covered by the tide

the baby’s smile

breaking through our fear

her tomorrow his

coronavirus 

the world in lockdown escapes 

in an haiku

where have you been

the sun crawls back home

in time for equinox 

coronavirus 

all that was precious in life

isn’t after all

dawn sunshine

warming the heaving farmyard

breakfast time

our childhood 

our children’s childhood

our second childhood 

rummaging 

through the corners of my mind

grandchildren 

between gravestones 

crows in the cemetery 

gathering moss

night is the chrysalis of tomorrow 

the dead question not the significance - either theirs or death’s 

conveyor belt

the dishes are smashing

coronavirus 

walking in the rain

alone with my thoughts

dripping

rain

that settles it

out i go

haiku

yoga for the mind

in the reign 

light rain

in the garden of my eyes

blinking lovely

self-isolation 

when it ends kisses begin

to bite

the fish

is shadowing its shadow

in the shallows

the question

of unquestionable faith

succumbs

the laying on of hands

a recoil reaction

coronavirus - -

all the various times 

pulsate             from

the infection rates

to the isolates

log fire

the ashes of the sun

burnt out

the sun

reaching the stone cat

pauses

‪no body knows how a secret becomes deep ‬

coronavirus 

odds for an each way bet

at Cheltenham 

food bank

withdrawing a better bet

Cheltenham races

coronavirus 

we are animals once more

do you get it

gazing upon

log { fire } cat { music } dancing

into a dream

does the fire know

what the cat is dreaming of

as the flames dance

in the flames

a thousand thoughts

in cinders

as the flames die down

the night darkens once more

oh moon moon

so bright the flames

that end up as cinders

dark thoughts return

log fire room

flames dance with shadows 

in valhalla

bow to the sea

in all of its enormity

seek forgiveness 

naturally when

we see all die naturally 

we fail to see we

again

spring buds

thankfully

excellent fan

back cover of a book

my word it’s hot

nature

reflecting my emotion

waits

‪between third cuppa‬
‪and coffee at eleven‬
‪a poem settles‬

waiting room 

time expands exponentially 

eventually

the noose tightens

governments steady the stool

belief suspended asks

of these frightened tumbrel days

shall we jump before we’re pushed

coronavirus 

the laying on of hands

postponed

rain

rains more

rain

more and more rain

rains more and more

waiting in the rain

for virus number 19

wet graves are cold

in the dusk

the rain is and isn’t

is it

phew - so they had

underlying heath problems

so we will be OK then

but everyone is panicking 

underlying wealth problems

hand upon the cat

relaxation the connection

time and again

dawn is done and

Colin is walking home

leading his owner 

coronavirus 

underlying wealth problems

take stock 

there’s plenty more rain in the sea

from the wall

a covid brick will fall

catch it

daffodils 

showers of shining 

again and again

coronavirus 

the statue of liberty 

self-isolates

reading 

my poem

rewritten

the door breathes morning 

creaking bones fill with sunshine

another fine day

to yesterday 

add the weight of today

to morrow’s balance

the cat and i 

listening to haydn 

light rain

today

daffodils go sunward

and currants flower

the moon 

and the clouds

are still 

snow there

feel my hands

rain here

‪sucking a pebble‬
‪tasting the ocean’s salt‬
‪sniffing back tears‬

a new election

graveyard shift of opinion

place your cross here

empty voting lobbies

death mister speaker

going viral

reassuring

disbelief 

the kestrel

lunches on a rat

eating our sarnis 

it’s gone viral

the dog without a mask

i didn’t fart

coronavirus 

civilisation’s mask 

slips

creaking

the old house

remembering

chocolate 

and strong milky coffee

psychoactive smile

in the courtyard 

midges are congregating 

forward March 

the figs

are moving

sparrows 

then the fly said

you may be passing through

but this is my home

shaking hands 

at the pearly gates

welcome welcome

coronavirus 

rubbing of hands 

safe in gold

hearing again

mispronunciations 

from the grave

i took a look for myself and found myself

recording

the passing of a lifetime

in mind’s asylum

when the muse prompts

a thousand thoughts stampede

like lemmings

‪sky and clouds‬
‪hyacinths are opening‬
‪smell‬ them

lanterns

slowly the bay takes shape 

nightfall

without the lights

this bay does not exist

midnight thought

shards of sunshine

and the nettles go potty 

in the earth’s bank 

sparrows are nesting

i ask of the daffodils

is the frog spawn hatched 

white coat syndrome

my doctor doesn’t wear one

arrhythmia 

‪bus stop‬
‪the world whizzes by‬
‪my slow smile‬

oh dream catcher 

you dusty cobweb of words

spin me a yarn

containing containment

the government creeps

towards the grave

live news feed

death retweets death’s

deadlines

Hayden string quartets

the cat and I snoozing 

cottonwood clouds

sunshine

daffodils going over

the last hailstone