stopped searching

there is no meaning to life

i’ve found 

bath spider

come let me save you

stay still will you 

after the sea 

all poetry is vainglorious 

grains of sand

lockdown garden

drying her nail varnish

waving two metres 

stuck pages

i blow and blow

the next poem

an alert drops down

report of more corvid deaths

i flick it away

two butterflies dance

two gardeners garden

like minds too

car discarded 

walking for twenty three years

still not arrived 

lockdown

my son in Norway asks me

can I sow grass seed

sunshine

soon the Battle of Britain 

will begin 

pebbles

rolling in the surf

mean nothing 

time to listen

when the old finger points

be sure you listen

was it all a dream

that woman in the painting

did she look at me

COVID-19

unexploded bombs from

the first wave

land mines in my land

kiss me quick and run

‪easing the lockdown‬
‪when can i meet my enemies‬
‪asking for a friend‬

sharing my apple

i count on all the ants

to cheer me up

smelling the flowers‬

‪the flies settle on shit‬

flies are colourful 

blossom

the moon’s blush

tonight

rocked

in the stamen cradle

tomorrow sleeps

three o’clock

the cat walks into the shade

time for coffee

dark times

Don McClean plays Vincent 

a shooting star

spider drop drop

dropping on a moon thread

hello hello

see

how ghosts gather 

nothing

nothing moves me more

than birds singing in the trees

are unmoved

‪ISS slowly‬
‪moves across the night sky‬
‪we whisper - look‬

talking to flowers

not one of them replies

but me

in my garden

a greenfly came to visit

and then another

‪in the rain drop‬
‪the mountain is a valley‬
‪until‬ it isn’t

sit still

the garden says

time flies

in the breeze 

the garden becomes

a mountain

the cat rolls over

under the runner beans

my sun hat slips

‪in the rose garden‬
‪of all the lovely flowers‬
‪the flies land on shit‬

snaillike

the beans climb

summer

lockdown

the cat brings in a dead rat

R number 1

covidential

it’s clap trap baby
we’ve been caught

yeah yeah

corvid announcement

i’ll be astonished if i’m honest

believe me

my hand -

is it on the cat or

is the cat under my hand

‪at the end‬
‪the beginning seemed bigger‬
‪even so far away‬

social distancing 

the alternative will be

a one-way street

they’ll shine their shoes with your tears

life   the

shadow of a silhouette 

before now after

blanket thoughts

the cat is undecided

on or under or

summer is someone’s winter

a thousand suns 

dancing on the daisies

summer wind

it is christmas eve 

and the child in the sweet shop

is buying?

cold sea

the blues of the blues

turn pink

greenfly walking

on the rim of the pot

another world

running from the wind

how far around the world

seagull

haiku

i add winter

to eternity

smiling again 

listening to the monkeys

sweet seventeen

out on the town with the boys

each track another regret

snow

now the lights are on

heavier

social distancing
i become a mime artist
very handy

summer morning

waiting with my cat’s tail

for the mist to lift

between my ankles

the cat lies fast asleep 

tail of two tickles

nose in a book

thinking about the ice age

my glasses mist up

the bridge

over the crevasse of time

is collapsing 

gravestones

they were all about my age

backache gone

under a streetlight

waiting for the locked door

the moon gave up

lockdown 

the grass growing taller

in the cemetery 

the cat is out

wind in the curtains

soon now

family grave

scattering the ashes

i’m home!

wide-eyed 

misted breath and flat noses

sweet shop window

sweet shop window

standing on the big stone

with scuffed shoes

hazelnut shells

secreted under the last logs

wrapped in thought

second childhood 

playing hide and seek

with myself

windy washing 

the shadow of my trousers

straddle the post

your beauty

limes tears through the heart

of my smile

covid 

dad tells me where his will is

yeah yeah

sitting 

so becoming the garden

in the sunshine 

sitting still

the wind blows away the sun

still sitting

deep pool

the stone goes down and down and - 

is gone

wind

the leaf mouse

scurries 

sixties music

i am back in the chip shop

tweet now love?

the Rorschach of stress
as always a reflection
of me and/or you

reflections
frogging into
reflections 

obituaries leaving a bus full of to meet us

neh neh neh neh neh 

the lorry is reversing

under the crows

Radio phone in

Penelope from Wimbledon 

Imagine that

the leaf

or is it a mouse

runs away

smoothing my cat

i get fur on my iPad

both are static 

soon we’ll know

and those left alive will say

i told you so

singing the blues

tears flow like lightening’s

lynching

summer

the fly comes in

and goes out again

Little Richard’s

obituary on radio

I spill my soup

eel words such as -

aunties septic fart attack

very weir reed reads 

the spider pounces
but the moonbeam carries on
the spider returns

between the thorns
a kiss me quick runs away
in blood

a rock

to swim to and back

again

morning sunshine

forget me not the cat said 

Tabbi Wabbi Woo

lockdown 

i read the battered labels

on my suitcase 

lockdown?

the chisel hovers 

over the epitaph 

‪the sea‬
‪the ayes have it‬
‪unlock‬

one stroke ahead

of the sea’s deadly game

a winter swimmer

survives the cold hand of death

the drag of thickening blood

unlocked - just

as the demon demands 

more blood 

corvid

they graph my fear

of graphs

summer

lay down your head

just here

book at bedtime 

our dead cat

jumps on me

woman - the entrance to eternity

grammar school

passing my aunt scrubbing steps 

morning’s shopfront

old dear

scrubbing the forecourt

of her life

if it is nothing 

why should it concern you

this nothing 

just two metres

between grave and grave

kiss me quick

butterflies

flying in the zoo

for me and you

i am up here 

the sea is down there

my mind is up there

breeze

the blossom that are gone

still snowing

conjuror of words

when the butterflies settle

we see the field 

grim reaper time

the dandelion clocks

are counting on you

bathing

beside me in the tub

a spider sinks

one at a time

stepping over the threshold 

one’s darkness alone