Friday, 17th January

the full moon's anguished face
peeks out from a trailing veil of cloud
a runaway bride

Thursday, 16th January

today's weather report:

wet pawprints on the coffee table

Wednesday, 15th January

bindweed creeps along the washing line
reaching for one bleached blue peg

Tuesday, 14th January

When the call comes I'm on my yoga mat in supta baddha konasana – supine, knees apart, soles of my feet together, with a strap holding my legs in place. I start fumbling with the buckle on the strap and there it is again; loud and insistent. I swear (unyogically), extricate myself gracelessly from the strap (doubly unyogically), and stumble across the room (triply unyogically) to answer the call – a cat on the wrong side of the door.

Monday, 13th January

a mysterious sound
from the damp, dark garden:
raindrops bouncing off the lid of the barbecue?
or a band of reggae mice tap dancing on steel drums?

Sunday, 12th January

a rhythmic squeaking of bedsprings
from the flat upstairs –
in the library of my mind
I trawl through the section labelled
ancient history

Saturday, 11th January

from inside a tangle of branches
hugging a red brick wall
a robin sings
a love song to the sun