salt butter

sucking at the packet 

feral child

 remembering

that you had forgotten 

you had forgotten 

 under the wallpaper 

under the wallpaper

a signature 

 pain

teaches length

long road

 temple

many feet

smooth road

 bouncing

down the steps of sleep

the dog’s ball

 shadow boxing

the crab shuttling 

a killer punch 

 the accretion 

of the many moons of life

event horizon

 red bridge

if you just wait there

you’ll see

 religion

the patent ductus of thought

that by-passes the higher centres 

 tinnitus

the shriek in the shrine

can you not hear it

 affluence 

having enough money

not to have to worry

about charging the battery 

to 80%

 nostalgia 

vignettes from the past

with holes in

 perfection slows

in the wilting of a rose

before the secateurs 

 high summer

the path through the orchard

is overgrown 

the gulls fight

as the crow hides the morsel

strut and nonsense  

 fishing line

floating the moon’s ripples

waiting for a bite

 haiku 

it should be just so

often it is not

 summer’s thesaurus 

brushing our moulting cat

• sleek falls out

 radio news 

bang bang .. help help

an earthquake 

 a thought came to me

in the shower of your words

i wondered also

 well hot dog

unable to sleep

i count motorbikes 

 hot hot hot

we have tried every chair

the cat and i 

 sadly

swatting the horsefly

i see my blood 

 love slips in between sips of our coffee

 two emojis

knitting a sweater

drop a stitch

 hot

a magpie berates

our fat cat

 heat dome 

pouring the sun

from the red tea pot

 calm bay

the boat up in the sky

is called hazy days

 

• hot pursuit

a sparrow outpaced 

by a dragonfly 

 a seer

sees a sneer

and smiles

 politicians

every neck is straining

to be in the selfie 

 cat nap

smoothIng a purr

all is forgiven 

 lovers

are but facets of

your reflection 

 longest day

a fly through the front door

exits the back door

 don’t you just love

quantum entanglement 

far and away the best 

 war’s a bitter cup

to sip and splutter

- watch here

 every walk a lost because

 washing machine

sounds of an unsound mind 

floating in the womb

 high summer

tall grass

wet knees

 a lifetime 

to build a home

with nothing in it

 the frog

that is just sitting there

isn’t 

~

over there 

the frog that was over here

surfaces

~

frog your journey

was such a long journey 

just to start over

 climate graphs

the red line says it all

kiss me quick

 try that for Versailles 

the one size that fits all

fuehrer’s new clothes

 disassembling a poem

there is always one part left

that is the poet

 try that for Versailles 

the one size that fits all

emperor’s new clothes

 haiku

a sprat to catch

a madrigal 

 i ran

to stay where i was

send 300 billion

 300 billion

everything is fine

trumped up charges

 gone in a flash

the wriggling fish of spring

~ the reeds bend

 looking the wrong way

through the binoculars 

i see the child

the old cat

  1,2,3,4,5 rest

      1,2,3,4,5 rest

 the old cat

washing her back in stages

~ bed time music

 in the twilight

Buddha becomes a fox 

long still shadow 

 the condemned man berates the firing squad

 sea grass 

a seat shinning 

in the rain

 top right

battery status showing red

happy birthday

 across the bridge 

under the bridge

time passes

 the cow and i 

sharing this morning 

as the mist curls

 joining the dots

of my tears on your grave

lifeline’s knots undone 

 on this sunny pond

magpies are noisily killing

a duck’s ducklings

nemesis sss

again the snake in Eden

offers us plenty 

 vasectomy 

in the perfumed garden

trimming the urge 

 mmmmmm

high above the power lines

a sunday plane

 without your words

i am deaf dumb and blind

touch me again

 mid-summer sunday 

flies higher and higher

a dog barks 

 sunday morning 

a car with four doors

closes ten

 mmmmmm

power lines

mmmmmm

 pussy cat willow

my mother’s face hidden

in the pollen of time

 high on the wall

the gas mantle hardens

- as i was saying

 trooping the colour

divorced from reality

tomorrow’s children

 an apparition 

you know it from its form

not from its name

to be 

or not to bother

what was the question 

 world cup 

mob rule with rules

home goal

 a wet afternoon 

a bee peregrinates

a wet afternoon

 the moon’s perchance 

as the silence descended 

our thoughts roosted

 that wasp

the spider has it

yes yes yes

 oh for the days

when news was history

and tomorrow was maybe

 emotions

tangled like coat hangers 

~ rattlesnake 

 new SIM card

removing my phone case 

~ you have a cat?

 when my true love left me

she left me this note

• gone to M&S

 rain pouring

doom scrolling

~ tea time

 waving my hand

in front of my closed eyes 

i find the sun

 unseasonably 

i rename the toaster june

~ warm hands

 those clouds

why are they in such a hurry

where are they going

 June was always

such a fickle love affair

summer’s discontent 

 scaffolding 

all around the library

the plot left hanging

 lawn tennis

when the ladies raise their fists

who wins who loses 

 renku session

a butterfly follows a butterfly 

out to sea

 iran gets this straight

the mouse toys with

the cat’s yellow tale

 haiku are the 

droppings of a caterpillar 

becoming a butterfly

 beach guitars

we couldn’t play them

the girls walked

 tell me your tales

of the harbours of the world

where your boats rested

 pour me a cup

and i will make time

to sup with you

 coffee and poems

in the cafe above the sea

dreamy days

toy soldier

seduced by today’s parade

just cannot wait 

 ripening figs

bobbing enticingly 

in the rising wind

 a cliché

beat a rhyme to death

take that! and that!

 after swopping seats

with my dear pussy cat

i have to swop back

 half way

through the housework

i take a nap

 doom scrolling 

my ear pods playing the blues

linger my finger

hush i said

and broke my vow of silence

offering nothing