Grasshopper
You made a myth of a whitewashed wall,
Jarring ambassador in green…
Handles
I never considered handles before this, never wondered who’d held my borrowed basket last filled it, gripped it tight, placed it back neat or abandoned by checkout, unsettling us in its eerie. Didn’t ask, didn’t wonder what those hands did, who they touched waved slapped caressed, ever so tender. Did they stare at the milk…
This is the Southern Service
…there on the edge of the flat stretching roof
Stood a magpie, a gull and a pigeon
Neatly spaced –
The cast from some terrible joke.
word gnats
Vanishing sky
I had a Charlie Brown moment this morning.
Up early, I glanced out of the window and was struck dumb by the sky.
Blackfriars Beach
mid-stream on a shit-spattered barge,
cormorants unfold themselves as crosses,
anchored to a Thames, expectant
The Impossibility of Worthington lakes
Let’s say I was there.
For work.
In a hotel near three reservoirs for Wigan.
Let’s say I slipped out back on an unexpected walk,
on a circular path…
