The poems below were shared on Twitter for Black Bough Poetry’s Top Tweet Tuesday.
Recent challenges have been to write very short, imagist poems on a variety of themes – including weather and wonder and birds.

All but one were written specially for this – often the night before. Sometimes they work out quite well – and suddenly, there’s a new poem.

This month I also have a poem in Stand, which I’m very pleased about. It’s called ‘Weekend in Krakow.’

The passing comfort of rain

Troposphere’s white-noise 
descends, sculpts a seething 
aural landscape out of hissing. 

Country of drumming dripping, gurgle, 
where window glass and wall 
meet water.

For the span of this brief visit, 
the shape of rain does not feel 
commonplace at all. 

Declaration of a thrush

From within scrawled leaves, 
a spring-fired speckled chest, 
makes its presence felt. 
My ears aren’t the target, 
pulse quickens nonetheless. 

Belfort

A long-limbed, climbing block 
of centuries, in stone, the belfry 
verbalises time in language 
dead to our flat, impatient age.

Oaks Avenue

The night house is inverted apparition, 
taken by old woods. Each room turning
outside in. Weird trunks rising through 
the floor, trees refusing to accept 
what history has unfolded. 

By dawn, the furniture is back. 
Faint creaks and susurrations 
must be coming from the fridge, 
those stubborn shadows 
in the corners, given time, will fade.