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Jun 2019 · 69
.it rains.
slightly damp

my back.



got to snipping in the garden

feel the rain, continue cutting.



watch the snail, see the wet earth

where the nuts are uncovered now.



last year’s hoard.



he said it only takes one line to start

and i agree.
Jun 2019 · 98
.if.
if i were you, she said.



i would not do that.





yet.



no one can be me, except me

&

I shall do



as i choose

with  all the consequences

&

the spelling difficulties.



therefore.



why even discuss such an impossibilty.



some of us stays quiet.



i say again.
Jun 2019 · 147
.regards.
maybe connections are missed the link dismissed.     metaphors faint as my flimsy whispers   symbols   do you deny me peace?   perhaps you utter the words constantly?   look closely



or brush it regularly. talk about birth.   stand during the rain fall.        regard the chimney.   take it off to return it.   sometimes we need to commit a while, until we don’t no more

this is not a word i have used much recently, if i did it will be related to plants i expect.   adjective.   i may use plush in regard to velvet clothing, cloth, clothed. another adjective.



it could have been simple, days of sewing crosses.  red.   eight thiry  till five.   it could have been easy, yet there were issues of the electronic kind   meaning wasting time with wires and connections

she suggested that i write a novel,   when i noted that she walked briskly to the post box,                                       dressed suitably. i do not copy                                   plagiarise or write about my friends
Jun 2019 · 169
.people can talk.
maybe people talk too much about what may have been

or what will be.





it is quieter to wait to see.
Jun 2019 · 67
.the flags will find you.
avoid them if you can, use other roads

then one day

the flags will find you.



turn & there

before you, before you

the flags have found you.



yellow, nodding, reminding.



the flags have found me.
May 2019 · 85
.50 words for wind.
it is a headstone

in the graveyard

out back.

i think there is a wreath.



the circle turns.
May 2019 · 78
.preseli.
there is a house in the middle of the hill.



while those folk run up and down the road early

others in town wear black.
May 2019 · 80
.jelly.
i saw you laying on the sand, winded. no heart marks left.

i ask if you will die in the sun so strong.



you did not answer. the tide was out.



it did not feel hot yesterday,

windy maybe and i got burned.



i watched the sea swell

and ebb.



i returned you had not moved, sand stuck, flies came.



i could no longer see through you

you beauty.



later that day an adder passed by on the path.
May 2019 · 106
.william.
i wonder if you are known as bill like he was.



you talked about your creator and bill was mine,

& my mum.



i have talked about them before.



i feel that nature was mainly mine, not love nor purpose

as far as i can tell.



you said i listened and so i did, about life and war , power and politics

and i was sad.



sad when you mentioned the first  and then the second war. cried inside

when you talked about the ****** bombs on japan.



you suggested our histories william, while i was listening  and  you shook my hand

on the width of the old stones walls.



where i live.



i understand your faith  by bike abroad, and when asked if i believe

in our ressurection and the life to come,

i said no.



i read the bible. past tense.





little folk you said you like, i ask if you mean faeries and find you spoke of the ordinary

as do i.





i knew things would work out while i waited for the bus.



later that day i studied the timetables.
May 2019 · 137
.brock.
brock.



the badger was dead by the side

of the road.





walking,

i passed the other side.





returning on that side i stopped to look.



it did not smell.



it was just dead.



brock.
May 2019 · 128
.wren .
above

tiny little bird

holding one seed.



the trees were dead along the road.



some one sings.



the wren.
May 2019 · 128
.cold water.
i found you stranded.



held you , hugged you.



felt the weight of your body.



felt your fin.



there.



i took you to the water

and lay there with you



hoping it would save your life.
May 2019 · 101
.3 days.
these are the longer days, lighter days, wood pile growing, apple wood, colours of joy. believe in the world, that you can spell first time. be proud as you point out where you live, at all there is.
May 2019 · 170
.the pub up the road.
they are asking in the village if the pub is open yet.

i question  have  they called by to ask?



they are asking in the village if the pub serves food.

have they popped in to ask &  to see the menu?



they are saying in the village that the front needs tidying

as does the car park.



i ask the folk in the village if they will tidy their own place

and  to be glad the pub is open again.



i called in to a lovely guided tour and a warm welcome.



let us not be so critical. tyn y groes.
May 2019 · 83
.did you not grow?
yes i did.



each spring

before easter came

she bought me a new cotton dress in m&s.



st margaret.



a bigger size

taken up, tucked in with

room for growth.



the next year it was second best for school

taken down , let out

and fading in the summer holidays.



the jackets were my brothers.
May 2019 · 144
.cloth.
no she never bought dishcloths

my mum.



that does not mean she did not use them.



remember

she was a single parent of four

and things were still rationed



after the war.



we asked the butcher for meat cloths alongside pig's heads

and liver.



i hated asking for breast of lamb

rude to mention private bits.



later mum boiled the cloths in the pan with persil

&

possibly bleach.



it got the fat meat out.



cut them neatly for dishcloths.



old vests were not wasted nor discarded, underwear

was useful for cloths and dusters.



never a yellow one at our house

though we did have candy stripe

formerly a pillow case.





you make speeches, you rally while i remember my mother.
May 2019 · 87
.ashphalt.
i thought it was tarmacadam as did the passer by

who remarked upon it.



it is not mine, it is the neighbour’s

drive.



i know now it is ashphalt

a stronger surface allegedly. the former surace cracked

in danger of breaking up like mine which i prefer.



more country

where flowers seed.



i know that pitch comes from a lake in trinidad

and  i like the words bitumen and tar.



i like the aroma and  stickiness to poke with sticks



set now
May 2019 · 140
.creosote.
time stops in winter

here.



we find it manageably quiet.



today we drives to conwy busy

with people making holidays

is lovely.



yet i cannot find it easy.



i buys the trousers i have wanted for such a long time

from the pound rail.



look at cakes as is my hobby.



talk about angels and return home.



quiet.

apart from the men laying  tarmacadam opposite.



it smells nice as does the creosote from yesterday.



while the music plays softly.
May 2019 · 162
.boat shape.
i saw it sailing by

at the night watch

clouds arranged dramatic.

let it go,

oh let it go,

let it sail free
May 2019 · 107
.dignity and the fox.
there on the road ahead.

looking toward me with dead eyes.

mouth open.



i could not stop

nor swerve

for sunday traffic.



slowing i gently made sure the body

was not touched by wheels.



straddling.



as did the car behind

me.



after i stopped to post a letter

and stayed a while to look

at the fields around

me.
May 2019 · 243
.flying.
ran out yesterday

lost you completely with the pattern in the sky

the leaves on the oak

on the mountain.       i lost you





you left the group

took off and flew



flight was not sustained

hovering over past demeanours

faltered

landed carefully



in disappointment hugging

affirming it did not matter
May 2019 · 119
.kiss the ancestors.
i am travelling to the end of the world

with you.



all.



unless we stop to

start again.



unless we travel more careful



we shall see

blackened lakes.



kissing the ancestors, hugging the memories presently.



now



the will of the people over rides that of the mystery.



throwing all into
misalignment.
May 2019 · 104
.early summer.
we noticed it that day and found it omninous.

february 2019

the sea is quiet as we have never seen it

sun as hot as it gets

like summer



they gloried in it

the bathers

the media



we watched



while the ice melted.
May 2019 · 94
.the photographs.
i saw you fallen

&

photographed you



took you to be stitched.





yet i could not save you

nor

any of you.



you are a metaphor for death.





these

old photographs spur us on

to
care and treasure,

to

sweep and clean.



i keep yours by the stairs

to remind

that if you could leave us

so can anyone.



so

having written of the hour,

move on when all seems lost.



the days remain

timeless.
May 2019 · 66
.bolder.
it takes time and patience to be  brave;

to face the consequences, to be         so

bold.



the calculations are seven.
what is in that bag in the car?

you mean the brown paper bag from the bakers?

yes.

well there are his clean pants and his socks.

and

the leaflet about the manchester ship canal

you wanted.

also is a light bulb.

do you remember the electrician advised her of the peculiar property

of bulbs, well

she gave me a bag of the discarded ones

which all worked.

anyhow, one is a small ***** in and does not fit my lights here.

it will do for the light in my bedroom at yours.

thankyou. i will put it in the bedside drawer.

yes. that is what i thought too.

i hope you get to go on the manchester

ship canal.
May 2019 · 242
.hilton olympia.
no single supplement, it is a family room

& the boy goes cheaper

being smaller.



he will fetch my orange juice at breakfast;

he always does.



three of us so

one double bed,

one single.



may i have the single bed?



no. you are in the double with mum.



please please

i really need a single bed.



so do i – next time you will go with

mum & dad &

things will be different.
May 2019 · 115
.b cup.
live in a place of buttercups

line the road, yellow the edges.



it was a holiday sunday.



we talked about fridge magnets 

which came first and no use if integration applies.



we taked about the lad, a lace maker who maybe is

about 70 now.



and thought is pleasant that some are self sufficient outside

and in

and don't get bored.



i sold gender based belts across the board

and said that all folk should wear bows on the socks

for happiness.



it is a troubled world, look good in it and mind the spelling.



bank holiday monday, we stay indoors here.
May 2019 · 79
.daily post.
she looks like a monk yet

on second glance i see she is wearing

a brown wax coat with the hood up

over her pyjamas.



clematis flowers above her

up the front of the barn.



on the bus the other one reads the death

notifications twice,

while her companion calls her mam.



looking over i see an insert, a photo

a lady presumably died.



she looks a bit like me.



it is sunny and cold.
May 2019 · 84
.the long gown.
the back bedroom. part one.



it has been noted  a long time.



i saw her back before on the landing

yet did not understand.



today i saw her in the back bedroom

standing.



*****.



much as the drawing i gave away.



i can make her now on demand

with the eye in my mind

&

sometimes i scares myself

silly.



.part two.

today she became metal

she became noisy

marched out buzzing

into the rest of the house.



maybe i need to stop this.
May 2019 · 92
.bob.
mind your engine does
not pink, we must have finer fuel. not feeling

our true self can be an infliction, the grave digger
reminds us of our years, our sense of humour.
May 2019 · 74
.marathon.
it is a cold morning



in the garden things

are blown about



we have picked them up

whilst planning  the morning



we need cash

we need to check the rota



we like things simple

uncomplicated

no issue with that



issues with those who intrude

where no intrusion is necessary



i fly solo

while others gather



no sign of swallows here
May 2019 · 118
.trip advisor.
said the risotto was as wallpaper paste

a punishment

a sad substance.



she asked what flavour, i said  wet grey.



toast was a trial so i had none.



eggs were ok with no mushrooms available with

an offer of haggis for one who would not eat meat.



vegetarian sausage to be requested the day before,

next day were still stored in the kitchen below,

half an hour waiting time

and the plates hid under the counter.



my incomprehension soared when told there

was no salad dressing made,

no visit to the co-op only a few doors down.



lettuce, tomato, cucumber with random onion bits

rudely chopped.



the gala diner was rejected for healthy snacks from the village

with hummus and other tasty stuff.



i was missed

yet found company on trip advisor.



i had washed my hair then noted the hairdriers were held to ransom down stairs

for ten pound

deposit



while bigger than some

yet

noted as small mainly ,the towels did not cover,



little frayed things

i wrote of them before.



blessings came when the window opened wide

to the sky outside, we slept upside down.



happy holiday even so.



trip advisor.



the other issue is sent direct.

it had to be said.
Apr 2019 · 200
~sonder
trace the sadness. underlying



through



thin paper.



draw the line.



know that all things are happening

to other peoples.



live the theme.



a project which deems that all the work

has a sadness.



here.



some moths stay quiet
Apr 2019 · 61
.the fire.
were you sent to tell me i am good

to hold my shoulders?



meanwhile the fire burns

up the road

near by

where you live



later she was sick in  the road

brown and nasty

crouched down and crying



we called her darling

yet could not help her



the fire smouldered up the road

across the hill
Apr 2019 · 80
.make it up.
why mark your face with signs

and colours, look straight on.

look at the pleasure of a little garden.
Apr 2019 · 669
.time travel.
i think i may like to travel to small places,

old and full of history. deep aged fabrics

stained with the words of time. to touch.
Apr 2019 · 103
.the rosemary chronicles.
your piece regarding Rosemary was particularly apt.

it spoke to me of the way the writing group welcomes, accepts and cares for the members. thank you for that.

i shall ask the group if i may publish the Rosemary chronicles on line. they may say no, I will not mind.



**

..the visit..

life comes in many stages



we are more than what happened





some people stay home a lot nothing wrong with that & curtains drawn

had been home some time perhaps twenty six years when she persuaded me to go with the promise of a clean dress and ragged towel to hide in

the journey was fine in the bag with the elo wishing they were a wild west hero



unveiling was painful a challenge to follow such a handsome wholesome chap

before me



the comments came with nothing nasty yet my discomfort & embarassment rose as always

my body lagged sagged

my spirit broke





even so i may have inspired as i did those years ago



an old coat refigured with buttons and gatherings until i am become

to be



put on sale without the podium

teeth unchecked as i had none

sad

i thought it was abolished



she bought me

the child herself



yet no one owns no one



returned home

covered

curtains drawn





later i heard that karl lagerfeld had died

curtains drawn

no one owns no one



sbm.
Apr 2019 · 88
.luncheon.
black crow bird
pecks road ****.

pheasant.

haute cuisine.
Apr 2019 · 339
.breakfast.
crow bird,
pecks package.

hoping for a sandwich.

b.l.t.
Apr 2019 · 183
.regrets.
regrets come free.



free as rain on my face



to wash through to take it all away; better that way.

into rivers below.



one time in tidal flood

water came down muddy & high took the cattle away

blocked  the bridge; we ran to see still in our pyjamas.



the boy came running to say the debris from the upper village

was on the way

to stand back.



we did

&

saw the water behind us.



retreated high up along the wall.



we named it the great storm & never remember the year.



some things are better swept away.
Apr 2019 · 462
.stories.
once upon a time…



only once?

she asked



yes once was enough & there is hope it will not be repeated over

the evil of it all



which time?

i am sure you remember…



prayers are spoken each hour

the bell rings



once upon a time..



only once?

she asked



no, it happens all the time when folk are kind all the time



it comes in layers like a trifle pudding

yet more important than a mere dessert



prayers were spoken each hour

the bell rang



once upon a time
Apr 2019 · 379
.mirror.
at the black,
no reflection.

look hard,
small lives,
see the window

crack.
i am not alice.
Apr 2019 · 173
.geoffrey.
real jewellery

does not go down.

any more.

everyone wears

this stuff.


they have it in

oxford too,

and have you

got a pound

geoffrey?
Apr 2019 · 92
.island monkeys.
island monkeys could not

go abroad



no boat

no plane no nothing



sadly they read books on other countries

with adventues, himalayas & ranuph fiennes



chattering

looking for ideas

researching kon tiki expedition

looked for something to float



& found a wheelbarrow
Apr 2019 · 219
.the interesting person.
he had pockets of stones

so heavy his trousers

fell



first i met him small & wet from the river



dry he wore the white dress

his hair curled damply down his back



we filmed him

we photographed him



he is taller now & remains

much the same
Apr 2019 · 106
.spring.
birds sing

fly by windows



whilst warmth wraps our souls

as wool and  rugs



music plays my room with sunlight

wind lifts dust into charcoal clouds



birds sing



( the challenge? no ‘e’)
Apr 2019 · 174
.port glasgow.
port glasgow.





there is an

old man’s club.



official.



ship building.



&



jesus changes lives for good.
Apr 2019 · 71
.how memories are made.
like that the soap is in the little bag

have hung it on the hook so the bathroom smells  nice
Apr 2019 · 91
.memory.5.
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