The Little Match Girl

The Little Match Girl

A poem about being left out

Bat Squeak

It is a grey day but still day the tree by the garage is trying to march like an Ent not quite Dunsinane just an Ent branches in wide Semaphore eyes open to the milky sky bats squeak
Cherry

Boxes of Bones

Boxes of Bones The things from the old marital attic got damp and covered with dust placed carelessly with rancour perhaps My highschool yearbook

Carmen Trees

Carmen Trees Carmen trees have flamenco flounces of hot latin colour on still autumnal mornings they await the overture poised ranks of Corp de Ballet trembling a little

Cortege

Cortege Traffic queueing on the type A road suddenly slowed to an impatient stop clogging like cholesterol in an artery blood pressures rising then becalmed with engines running

The Falling Woman

The Falling Woman It was skybright breakfast 106 or candlenight in Portugal There was a planebird window bang or a stomach swoop of 'she's gone' There was no escape

Pages

Pages Autumn sun warms pages of the book in its hands strokes it as it dozes on a teak steamer its a story by a known author , reliable,well put
Cherry

Inquisition

Inquisition There is often a wish to throw women to the Inquisition curves are blamed for an inconvenient itch an uncomfortable envious swelling of a myth

The Lantern Swinging in Horsmonden

The Lantern Swinging in Horsmonden A silhouette of branches changes as I go the lamp of moon seems to move behind as if a lanterns carried cross the fields reasons for it crowd my mind
Cherry

The Owlers Wife

The Owlers Wife My Jemmys out tonight down Tenterden way a visiting his Father took sick at least I'm to say it or a drinking in Horsmonden telling tales

Outpatients

Outpatients Its the hideous kindness the "oh dear we'll have to try the other arm" the jolly phlebotomist although behind us the curtains are closed and I'm afraid they might be doing

Nostalgia Comp

Nostalgia Competiton Bea's Sunday Night Flat
Cherry

Mouseology

Mouseology Mouseology is the study of tiny things cooking pancakes perfectly with the sous chef earnestly grating cheese carrying lunch to her sprawling brother conspiritorial with adult elan
Cherry

Sleeping in the Library

Sleeping in the Library The house hums a harmony of children settled in their occupations and rain taps drumming thrumming fingers on the roof tapotement a heater makes the air drowsy

Lugubrious Cabbage

The delights of growing things in the garden
Cherry

Rug Beating

A little revolution

Solar Flair

The sun has always had flair It used to traverse the sky in a barge with Ra and Horus paddling wildly trying to stay unmoved

The uses of poetry

As I galloped in the belly of the beast past fields of a nearly obscene green so bright it clashed with the sky like cheap clothing a horrid thought popped in like a ring on the door

Eulogy

I'v never been good at funerals I'm the one sobbing and gasping over a virtual stranger running out of tissues and trying not to howl my nose going redder and redder

Dog Agility

Being a parent