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This face
was chasing a spider,
five minutes ago.
This face
stole the beef
off my sandwich
this face
pushes her nose
in my face
when I’m sleeping,
pushes her paws
under the bedsheets.
Beware the claw!
This face
loves my knees,
that’s why
she reaches up
and puts her claws in them.
This face,
so bright, so cute, so sweet!
Across the tracks
A year ago
The trees had changed
The wind did blow
Leaves on the line
Stopped the train
No steam appears
On time or later
When fallen leaves
Cause a layer
Of mulched and damp
Leaf shaped litter.
No it can’t be
In a mirror?
You wouldn’t see
My eyes reflect
My thoughts
My fears
My age
My tears.
I do not seek blood,
I seek love.
Eagle and mouse
Inseparable friends
Mouse beware beak
Keep tail safe
Wheel mouse of fortune
Turn off the power
Let raptor rest
For now.
Bonfire night
The fifth of November
Gunpowder plot
Millions of fireworks
Firework displays
Millions of people
In mass crowds
Bonfires burning
Effigies of Guy Fawkes
In top of the fires
The plot was thwarted
The plotters arrested
Remember, remember
The Fifth of November
Gunpowder Treason and Plot
I see a face reflected in water.
Leaning forward
A large moustache
Burly shoulders
Frowning brows
Downcast eyes
Big beaky nose
And….
A bow tie of leaves..
In predictive text starting with the word ‘phone’ :
Phone and email
I have attached
Yes I think
I am currently
What is the earth’s
We have a small forest
I am interested to join
Yes please can you send me the invoice
Words to say that I have from the company
I have a very complex problem
Yes……… Thanks
Last January
It snowed
Huge flakes fell out of a grey sky
Cotton wool pieces
Layering up
Cold biting my bones
Blanketing the world with a white duvet
Smothering sounds
Birds hushed
Edges softened
Till drip, drip, drip
The thaw arrives.
Spring, sprung
Six months ago
Remember the blossom
The cherries that followed
Apples and pears
All out there
Hope reigns that it will come again.
Springing up from cold earth
Bitter rain
Chilling frosts.
Hope springs eternal….
What’s that?
flat cap and fan
drying the hat
when
up on the moors
rain soaked
now home again
sodden cap
woollen tweed
smells of sheep
lanolin
lichen coloured
hat of farmer, vet, miners cap
now repaired
where the pick axe hit
while it hung on a tree…
old and wizened
like him….
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