Saturday, 11 January 2014

Friday, 10th January

Raindrops rap a message on the window:
This is your life
and this
and this
and this –
pay attention!

Friday, 10 January 2014

Thursday, 9th January

The sky is an ebony table.
The moon, a rice bowl
knocked over by a cat.

Thursday, 9 January 2014

Wednesday, 8th January

this water
warming my hands 
through rubber gloves
smells like a lemon grove
on a summer's evening

Wednesday, 8 January 2014

Three impressions from an evening walk

a Mother Goose moon above cobbled streets
the scent of woodsmoke


a stranger's smile
fills my heart with helium


as I walk under a streetlamp
an unseen thrush
fast-forwards the dawn

Tuesday, 7 January 2014

Monday, 6th January

Tiger-coated, he prowls outside the window,
broad paws padding the ground,
shoulder muscles rippling;
around his neck
a heart-shaped tag reads 'Bubbles'.

Monday, 6 January 2014

Number two

It stands alone on the street corner, perfectly rectangular, its front door central and bright blue, its square windows evenly spaced, its roof featureless apart from a chimney at one end. A child's drawing brought to life.