Rumours of rain turn to gossip in a tittle-tattle sky. The first drops on my face are nothing more than secret whispers. So light are these hinterlands of precipitation that I'm unsure whether I'm experiencing or remembering rain, perfectly balanced between nature and thought.
Monday, 27 February 2023
Sunday, 26 February 2023
A RANDOM TANDEM
Confined to bed
I stroll with my thoughts
Who was the first postie
I saw in shorts?
Who first started sentences
With the word 'So...'?
Will my grandkids kids
Ever see snow?
Will my confine be brief?
Will my thoughts stay this random?
I've ridden a bicycle
Never a tandem.
Tuesday, 21 February 2023
THE NOURISHMENT OF YOUTH
Early Drive. 7am. A sky of semolina as we spin around to sunrise. Silhouettes and shadow people. Ghosts in the machine. The great warehouses on the edge of Northampton stand like giant, alien boxes in need of nourishment. I drop my lad off at one. He's a light snack, at best!
THE DILEMMA OF TIME
I once wrote a limerick on time
Where I showed our dilemma entwined
Our present's so brief
And our past is a thief
But our future's not cast or defined.
Monday, 20 February 2023
THE MEMORY OF THD IDLING CAR
In our street, a crushed can of baked beans are now baked been. A jogger runs downhill, fast, as if he's been pushed & can't quite control his descent. A car's been warming up for so long outside that I begin to think the owner may have forgotten they started it & gone by bus!
Sunday, 19 February 2023
THE SEPIA STAGE
Dawn's reached that sepia stage. Where everything, everywhere could be a faded Victorian photograph. Birdsong is timeless, however, and the simple tweets and whistles I hear before the colouring of the morning remind me that for some, each new day is a wonder and a joy to behold.
Friday, 17 February 2023
DEFIANCE
My tired, straggly back garden lawn could be a philosophy lecturer's beard. Those sinful Winter weeds on the garden path; penitent, patient, waiting for Spring's approval. My felled holly tree mocks my efforts. Tiny, prickly shoots stem from a stump,shivering in fragile defiance.
Thursday, 16 February 2023
AVOID THE POTHOLE
Early drive. 7am. AVOID THE POTHOLE.A brand new game from Tarmac©.Complete your journey without hitting any road craters. Points are awarded for swerving skills, sudden braking and near misses. Can you avoid the potholes?
Available at all bad roads.
Fun for the hole family. 🕳️
Tuesday, 14 February 2023
SMUDGE LIFE
Early drive-7am. Fog has descended upon our town. What is already quite dark is now quite dark and out of focus. Fog has that ability to cast us at its centre, where we struggle to make out each other. It delivers a blurry metaphor for our smudged lives, if only we could see it.
Monday, 13 February 2023
EARLY DRIVE - 7am
As a memory of nan's favourite perfume slowly inhabits a room, so the morning light reaches out to my senses. Shades and fades. Then lots of blocks of greys. Then misty sifting, shifting ochre. The morning inhabits a room. Overpowering,yet overwhelming familiar.
Friday, 10 February 2023
SMOKE SIGNALS
Friday arrives fully frozen. A pale, yellow, redundant sun, with about as much warmth as a 10 watt lightbulb, hangs in a cloudless sky; as if everyone, everywhere, all at once, has had the same not very bright idea. A smoker send signals at a bus stop from both Benson and Hedges.