i guess you are out on the bike speeding about the tracks


whizzing along
and i may have found a photo and wonder if it is true


exercise came unusual friday

a walk with the cat in tow

not too far for fear
of losing her


then a repeat with seceteurs in the lane 


the log run came heavy unloading then stacking


required coffee after
and escapist drawing

should like to see that
do you have a photograph?

i have a drier and have noticed a touch of rust
and a clunky sound though

i don’t use it  much with having the washing
line in the garden

and a clothes horse in the outbuilding
and the other thing above
the name forgotten

occasionally I will finish off a few things on
the little toy airer by the radiator

a gift from my friend jim who lives abroad now

he is a hairdresser

you know

on monday which was mayday bank holiday only may day was saturday with monday being the third already

i drew pictures on scraps left over from the other pictures i had cut round carefully

all day it rained hard, drumming

a little world here of characters and stories none of them famous nor commendable

it was mentioned that some people don’t know what whitsun is and he agreed and said

what is it then?

jim

pleased about the photos

i thought it was like a different
world up there

some of it is national trust
with douglas firs and violets

there is a bench for to lay
to see the tree tops and i

told her that I did not use it
being a growed up

she said she doubted that

a lot

walked back along the road
to see the new lambs

waved to the farmer on her quad

bike

she also reads the meters

round here

jim

how small
how white the child
skin rinsed with tears

salt in the wind

some folk don’t say much
some folk manage
quite well
really
being independent

old story remembered
that warm afternoon while all were playing
relaxing.
the hunted tried not to sleep
there

she said she liked the stories

except I did not tell them

i never tell you much

nor all of it

there are bits left to fill in

yourselves

you feel like two people
that one is split in two

that the other one does
look a bit like you
only more so

jim


despite the dip things are now more cheery

having followed some of the remedy


you know
the bear is settled same position all night

pillow quite immaculate


it is a tidy bed

all clean linen yesterday
with laundry markings

from before the illness


came


now it is washed at home  with no mixing

now there is time and thoughtfulness
now there is time to read on the terrace

to look up and watch the sheets blow


you know
one can tell it is dry

by appearance

are you afraid?

did you

wonder why some of us come private?

maybe a result of intrusion

finding letters opened or not finding them at all

until too late

that is why i am afraid

finding these memories difficult
to relate

may abstain in despair

to say it all caused great harm

really

as did your request for him to hit me for wearing old trousers

that is why i am afraid

moving on i feel it was a flashback
to the girl who wished for quiet and
can remember  in detail

we named it best eleven.        dark the day,          we are survived.

light came, we saw the green ness of it all.                          we live in the country.

we asked if he referred to the war

which we consider affects us all

he nodded then sat down in his garden chair

moving out into the landscape
differing thoughts with exercise

added

on hearing rain early
delay the start of it

so while out on a longer walk,
met him and he explained to me,
about walking there and back again

they  do not know the darkness

how the light can fade into latin

& all things unreasonable



today i write of glass and ashes inspired before

then swept by other’s moments witnessed  the cleaning

sometimes takes a thing of note to come dancing
yet yesterday there was none of that though highly praised for labelling

liked when you talked about childhood

our childhood.

later i sighed

and

placed my cold hands over my face…

do not know everything

only my version.

a fraction of the whole

blue sky thinking

here

all came interesting yesterday
not the day before that just yesterday
morning mostly

friends since 65 perhaps
number of the year ago

then to dispel gathered energies
attacked the borders with a saw
and mallet

and the neighbour assisted
he a slight fellow too who brews
beer when the weather keeps him

indoors

enough done
the clearing

up

starts today

the phases planned ahead

i don’t go to town much now
we don’t need nothing that

cannot be delivered

a simple thing,
to think sideways,
practice makes a hindrance
when others think straight.

sometimes
a while in a box
will do nicely…

seems we have a similar taste, rather gathering than buying​
prefer reclamation than boutiques

seems we gets busy here and there
yet cannot verbally explained why we write

and paint

today we deliver eggs to blaenau
the family

and travel by bus
a splendid route

you know

we thought about the things my brother

said about the tea plantations

in india

he does a big trip somewhere each each year

except last year and probably this year too

darker.

especially the mornings,
i need not tell you really,
you must know.

ok if there is no rush to go,
easy, cosy up and write.

pause like in breathing

I hope you don’t mind
and that is how it started

he was worried over the empty barn. #metaphor .it  survives,

some

way.

deep holes,
cut grass and wiping stones.
there is a place.

on a blue theme

new with gouache

come lately


hermes delivered
they know where I live now
learned quickly
after the first mistakes

we have to be brave and strong
like always
like we done before

we draw the ways we walk
daily

now in blue

though we wiped away the second coat
of paint

flowers fall
petals separate

this is not confetti

we cannot see each other face to face

we must live alone on lockdown

something happened
everything repeated itself

on the page

lately i find if i bend the screen lightly
all appears back in order

unlike the brother
who appeared in auto fill

who is too deeply here
should predict as it

has beautiful spots james
while i like any pattern that includes spots
and any embellishment that is bows you
know
yet
i don’t know why
only as i say that
i think i may do
i guess that is a story for another morning
james

white dress.

lift the cotton, look again.

cover the place with whiteness.

pink is pretty, white is clean.

they do not want to see it
today, a reminder of fragility.

normal is what you know . normal is what your family is.

my busy day concluded with ann boleyn being decapitated

with a sword

started off with the panel over the airing cupboard detaching itself and the freezer door refusing to close.

although wearing sandals much chipping of ice ensued until the out building resembled the arctic sea.

then ann and i walked down to arthur’s stone. the best bit.

back home to much planting and hiding.

it is nuts out there so am staying home today

ten more minutes of the interview watched.

minimal
on the same paper
as before
i understand

move on
with differing
music

the trial by glass

so here on the night watch,
all is quiet , no birds sing.

touched by the small thing,
softly, we drew together,
with words, and gestures
in air, in mind.

the carpet is cleaner

done with a soapy cloth


i see there are gadgets

indeed I have some


my mum taught me this

not knowingly

i just watched and remembered


later started the ivy clearing

that on the ground then

after coffee opened the door

to do some more and found

it was raining hard


i went to the studio and drew

myself walking

the things I saw

how it felt

lift the cotton, look again.

cover the place with whiteness.

pink is pretty, white is clean.

they do not want to see it
today, a reminder of fragility.

sometimes takes a thing of note to come dancing

yet yesterday there was none of that though highly praised for labelling

plants

that shall be saved

he told me a gentleman uses my bench at 6.30 pm most days

so I ask how he knows that he is so

is it the leather gloves that denote the status

disappointed to hear the word was merely to denote gender

I have therefore repaired the seat somewhat and left a gift

thereon

from the windows saw,

the softest steam morning

on the mountain.

the promise of another

day in wonderland.

we thought about the things my brother

said about the tea plantations

in india

he does a big trip somewhere each each year

except last year and probably this year too

so,
must we write about it before we forget,
before  people come and disagree?

they have small waists and a  national costume

Keith.

Thankyou for popping by again. Good to see you here.

Yes the noise goes on all day when they strim. There are three graveyards here and there are usually two working together.

They start in the lower, town council. Then the middle, village council, then the churchyard.

I am sad to say **** killer is employed for the edges as if there is not enough death already Keith.

we watched the videos on you tube
the various methods without power

tools

just a hammer

i wonder if the age of mine was limiting

rusted screws or nails I could not tell

liked the logic yet resorted to sawing it up
now left with lumpy ends

a decision is made to store those

so will tidy the pig sty today
to make room
and designated areas

down the lane he has made a splendid bench all shiny perfect

and drilled holes in my old baking tins

thankyou

putting words in my mouth
like sweet sultanas in chocolate

they come in twos

ants in the kitchen will leave by easter. he said it should be on the same day each year; he is learned, pronounced as two bits.


do not fret, i know you worry, i will paint it over in the spring.

it is a long time since the sun shone in long and low like that.

happy yellow
drawn by the name not just the colour
and oh that name come true.steve

is fading now
yet remains as the description

do we describe what we see or maybe
tell the tale inside

round the corner on the wall
are the bullet holes