royal family

ten thousand reasons

to scroll past

 is

is what it’s called

now

 elderly fingers

fumbling with the locket’s

smile

 sign

on the open gate

please close the gate

a gasp

inflated with

its own importance 

aghast 

inflated with

its own importance

 temporarily 

all the traffic lights

come on as red

 beside 

the astroturf

wild flowers

 rain at last

i call the peony

a pee on me

 pop-star’s funeral

ten thousand smart phones

at arms length 

 time travelling 

correcting past mistakes

i am a yo-yo

 moored

where time flows past

just thinking

in life’s scales 

tomorrow weighs nothing

but just you wait 

 life is taxiing 

on childhood’s runway

- clear for take off

 he spoke of things

the birds beasts and flowers

of another land

 oh do keep still

my dear little spider 

i’m rescuing you

the totality

of one photograph 

eclipsing all others  

 partial eclipse

Alexa turn on light one

- Alexa turn off …

the plumber is late

all the possible reasons 

leak away 

 sometimes 

the next step never falls

in time

 dog has a dyslexic god

 torn from the landscape

hung in the art gallery

it is remains there

 school holidays 

the newly planted orchard

has withered

i’m telling the cat

just how very sad it is

• she purrs gently

 warm breeze

how many fallen leaves

can a cobweb hold

warm breeze

a murmuration of shadows

in the trees 

warm breeze

a murmuration of shadows

in the trees 

the milky way 

so there is much further

do you see

with the apple tree

laden right down with fruit 

i feel six feet tall 

 that T-shirt

shed your inhibitors 

pointedly

 re-reading

the turning of the leaves

morning sunshine

 subliminal 

discomfiture’s future 

on a dried up stream

 moon rain

bats and silverfish 

discombobulate

 the turn of the year 

is waiting in the wings

the house lights dim 

 the engineer 

mending our boiler 

has gone very quiet 

 blather will not make 

those broad sunlit uplands

but a marshland

 words will not stop

the leaking from a dam of

broken promises

 from nests of sunshine

the blues tits go foraging

in the fennel

 let’s be blunt

there is no point

• eraser 

no plans

for tomorrow is

foggy

watching

the colourful reflection 

of the washing

sitting quietly 

waiting for the malfunction 

life support

haute cuisine

plates of chlorophyll

in the solar wind 

at my age

worrying that i have nothing

to worry about 

flapping her arms

the child fails to fly

over a milestone

conflicting signals

at the end of the line 

stop continues

questioned

i ask the questioner

ten thousand questions 

ten thousand answers

are not enough

she cannot do it

she doesn’t want to do it 

and now time is up 

 dusk

wrapped in smoke

autumn thoughts

 the crow

all alone asked the stone

and flew away with its secret

 books waiting

upon the altar of tomorrow 

today’s miracles 

 rain

walking the valley sides

fell upon us

 with their bow ties

the afternoon dragonflies

serve the river’s tables

 the weight of waiting

makes deep cracks in the soil 

- sandals rubbing

 august 

bindweed and blackberries 

yin and yang

 conversations 

the tiny seeds

that grow lifetimes

 life

the secret of eternal

death

the past

a playground 

in ruins

 drought

that’s not a slug

it’s a dead leaf