Saturday, 5 April 2025

 sooner or later

we will all be forgotten 


anon.

slowly shadow slowly


climbing the flowering currant

at this day’s end  

warriors 

fallen like the blossoms

in this cul de sac 

 ‘sooner or later

we will all be forgotten’


what’shisname

 swim time

in the cove of no wind


long sunshine 

 daffodils 

the football team


in a yellow strip

 not so grown up

his big man’s umbrella 

blows inside out 



how clever he says

righting my blown umbrella

stepping in mud

 the cobbler

with the leathered face 


polishing a brogue 

 plum trees

my neighbour and i 


share pollen

 iPad morning

the reflection of my hand


smoothing the cat

 swallows feeding

above the fattening lambs


we eat the lambs

Friday, 4 April 2025