Dullard poet

10:04am on a Friday in holiday time

Lounging in bed, writing A tick box of me time A fox, the one with the tail absent of fur, skips across the adjacent, vacant school yard back to his home in the unkept bushes. Birds zip past my window in the languid, still grey sky. The dog lies serenely accepting the licks and nudgesContinue reading “10:04am on a Friday in holiday time”

The wrong woman

Here lies William Percival Roberts How he longs to rest in peace Interred beside spouse Helena Under soils piled 6 feet deep In life he tolerated the sharp, grating pitch of her voice, her indifferent manner, her coldness. So far from being his first choice. A mere six plots down lies Kitty With her sweetContinue reading “The wrong woman”

Umbrella

Hastily, i press the button My shield launches straight up The silver rod within my hand The dome that sits atop The heavens drum their melody The beat begin to quicken The water runs in rivulets The roads all start to slicken My fast response should take care of This damp situation we’re in TheContinue reading “Umbrella”

Arco Iris

Driving in the waking light, I spy the suggestion of a rainbow far, far away As the soft rains lick the windscreen of my car My eyes hunger for those distant hues A ribbon of muted, smiling colours Set against the background blue.

z

my faithful friend with the irregular form whose hard edges press against my weary fingers I stroke your horizontal lines I recline gracefully on your north east facing slope I’ve come full-circle As a youngster I couldn’t get enough of you your hold enabling me to thrive and grow In my twenties, I shunned youContinue reading “z”

Birthday Suit

The suit that was assigned to me on the day of my birth. may not have been the most desirable one or the most fashionable. It has become frayed at the edges and has loosened with years of wear But I never considered asking for an exchange or seeking a refund I wanted no adjustmentsContinue reading “Birthday Suit”

Fish and Chips

I can’t be arsed to cook tonight so we’re off to the Chippy for tea With our busy weekend schedule It’ll make an easier end to Saturday We’ll order all the usual things Fish, chips and curry sauce Then receive back wrapped in paper At a quite nominal cost A stroll along the promenade AContinue reading “Fish and Chips”

Ten

PART I Festering under the hopeless bedroom light, I slope from the bed to open the curtains A pigeon serenely surveys the street beneath him, whilst a fox dives between hedgerows and skips up pathways on his way home On the horizon, a suspicion, a promise of blue amidst the grey PART I I Released,Continue reading “Ten”

Commuters

8am trudging over tarmac in metal carriages trapped amongst the throng; the squeeze and release of the giant accordian that concertinas at junctions, lights and roundabouts Whose tune resonates with the blaring of horns blasted by the impatients and the impotents The ASSHOLES as I like to call them. 5pm We begin again From theContinue reading “Commuters”

An ode to wine

I Chardonnay rely on it but if I’m to be Sancerre I Chianti get through Friday night Sans un petit verre de Carménère Instead of going off my Rioja I delve into the Cabernet Sometimes I think I might not Most times I think Gamay They say a glass or two is healthy It mayContinue reading “An ode to wine”