Have you got a biro I can borrow? I’d like to write your name On the palm of my hand, on the walls of the hall The roof of the house, right across the land So when the sun comes … Continue reading
We pledge to wake each morning face-to-face, to shun the orders of the busy sun, we promise to disturb each other’s peace. And we will, yes, gaze at the pining moon, will pick out brine-blown glass-gems from the strand, will … Continue reading
The cat balances on a box A slightly too-small box On top of another box. The cat shifts a hip To the other corner of the box, Twists into an @ Extends a paw Points her whiskers the other way … Continue reading
Inspired by a talk given by Rebecca Earl, on history and cookbooks, at the Also Festival 2017 In a time when self-expression Was restricted to the kitchen Emily was known for her coconut pie. Hard-won daughterly love Dutifully mixed into … Continue reading
Written on the summer solstice, and saved for a gloomy day in autumn. It is the hottest June day since 1976. I am staying very still, indoors, So that the neat does not notice me. The heat creeps around the … Continue reading
Red robins would be asking you: What would Jeremy Corbyn do? Peacocks always posting selfies; Magpies’ jokes are someone else’s. Ducks and geese go on and on About what their prodigal brood has done. A pheasant moans about bad drivers, … Continue reading
Fifty approaches, and I’m Settled. More like a building into its foundations Than a bee on a flower. My bucket list is emptied across the sand; All my youthful potential, which was squandered, has got its second wind. A late … Continue reading
This is the pole That centres our dance On a white-knuckle ride, A meeting by chance. We stand, disconnected, always looking down, Swaying together under the ground. Closer than lovers, breath in my face; A zipless encounter that we’ll soon … Continue reading