i placed the coins on the table

ready for payment

we had coffee and one sweet biscuit



she asked  if there were any special coins

with pictures on



i said yes they all have a picture of a queen

she wanted an author



i hear there is a new one coming

commemorative



i shall check my change now

if i find one will hand it back



my friend will be given any  with beatrix potter

we all have them particularly
this time of year, maybe

with all the dark and winter
weather

the after effects of illness
the current politics

so we make the most of
time at home despite
the odd noises just now

our cellars are connected
a small shaft
i suspect he has new logs
stored

i smell the resin here so
i am keeping my basement
door open
for inhalation’s sake

i may understand the red thing

i enjoyed the film with the colours
yellow on the tyres and gorse along
the path

reminding of newport . days on the sands
skipping up through the tracks seeing
the adder

colour brings memories and a joy in
the places of our own, we could say
private

yet this is not so. we crave it yet does
anyone understand really?

the smew was still soft a while, am not
sure now so will go down the studio
later and see

strong is good
we need it

it is a shrew

i think

brought to me

dropped on the mat

so we made a little

chair and kept it



never smelled bad

at all

even now is in a box

a little shrunk yet

still a visual delight

for me

along side

the other things

are you much better

now

i am alright

a good life

#smew

like the table, want the table?



yet we can make do with the other one

without asking

if we  ask there may be no answer

or another answer than the one

we hoped for



so do not ask about the table

use the other one……



nicely

bone of the soul

earth below ground

no crystals . a cave with tight spaces.



your words come different, while

with your question come forth

sense of

another world

metaphors, inuendos



a door into an other world

painting dark



i hold myself proud and read

it all

a medieval verse, a tale

of gone days

these days

your days

not mine

gender



sharp bits the tongue

rendered down with shades

from a darker day

yes i have agreed to help
&
pronounced that i was nervous
so someone will meet me and
walk up together

i only recently am honest about
the mouseness
and then not often

people may not understand
just like the way i don’t get
things
sometimes

like forgetting apostrophes
& adding numbers together
to see what comes

he talked clearly yesterday
despite his car wheel falling

off