winding we hurry

to reach the top

climbing to a



safe place with hope



often the stars  are reflected below

never mind also hoping the thing
has passed

he said they had a book of meaning
i asked google
who misheard or mis
understood

thought it was a reference to cost

when so many have paid

quietly we felt it would not be unseemly
nor respectful this time

with so many lost
one way and another

james

how are you this morning
early

a reflection, mirroring of last week

and we guess there will be much if it after

this time of soft living, little moving nor travelling

blimey


now we glitch with so much using

too much storage not to mention

my coaches


blimey

hear that salvage hunters were being filmed locally

and he commented

blimey

remember the implications, was told the facts later.

much later.

the war house & after.

now

we dig within for solidity, solidarity, power to continue.  food is plenty.

blows ideas into our houses
messages bring connections
a busy day with folk talking

i don’t use a teapot
but evidently many do,
and cosy up together.

they don’t squish teabags, have leaves,
and stewing on the gas ring,
like mother, reducing it to
poison on my tongue.

i like the leaves to look at,
smell, like the small packet
we used to have, paper lined
in those days.

there was no fanfare,
no procession, no proclamation,
as we hit the button, no exclaimation

with the change as if no one
noticed, and if i am right, they
probably didn’t until later

didn’t see as we drove the valley,
didn’t protest, or speak in tongues,
did not see the little things



we bought winter food



it came late early

we are in transition



drew the curtians last eve

while waiting and through the *****

left saw one golden tree

autumn cameo



each little thing

while some things break

save old card for drawing on and bending about all messy


charcoal gets everywhere and causes coughing
so have been neater recently and careful

taught as required for copying  so we all looked the same
though some added bits and embellishments, which caused remark
while the space between lines was so immense

new mathematics

the rooms were swept yesterday
bones hidden
teeth implied

yet the shape remains embedded

darkness descends
with out the need for words. pray for
forgiveness if you are so inclined.

all became a thing yesterday
regarding these marks of ours
a bit of a collaboration
on twitter and we finished
on this

i hope you do not mind

so joan will be
revered

if the pencil slips
she will remain
ignored

painted my outsides in happy yellow
drawn by the name not just the colour

and oh that name come true
on opening jim

is fading now
yet remains as the description

we have a few.

we had a storm.

one broke, we bought another.

the assistant suggested house insurance!

it comes as no suprise.

often ill they die.



it is the way.

it is not sad.



we are sensed

with  loss.



that includes you.

no more.

should like a big wooden fence
for to hide behind

away from the hedge police and others

mine is metal
the broken bits with wire

and hate sanding with a vengeance.

did you make it?

fail softly with a sloping line

tapering off into dots repeated

the fall is abrupt and possibly dramatic

is it the same as ash die back
i know I should research this
and will
just not now

she sings
i remember

he told me you can burn it
anytime and chanted a verse

that I do not remember

he cannot come a while for

you should only mix indoors or outdoors with members of your own household or support bubble

see
she sings
i remember

some things come easy for some
even pleasant
impossible for others

i did look and see it is a fungus
rather than a borer james

i do not have all the particulars like you
james
and my roof is higher

she sings

sometimes dots

i looked out yesterday at the rain
on and off all day

i

remember privet road down in winton

those days after the war

the second world war that is


though it feels like folk are at war

always somewhere

maybe we should look after things

and our people


anyway there is a privet plant in the corner of the garden

down by the water pumping station


they want it cut and i want it tidy

so we comprise as i love the smell

of the small white flower come annually


i shall rake the leaves and have made a sign ready

privet corner

it is not a hedge like my grandma had

just a privet plant

undeniably tracing honesty in the air

with one finger

pointing.

it came clear later..

dave asked about the utility bell, and war time candles,



following the wax theme, yesterday. i got my household

ones, 5 hours burning time, yet to be proved. they offered

me dinner candles, but i had leftovers ready, so kept quiet

on that score.

anyway, dave, over here, we had rationing as you know,

which continued afterward. things had to be simple,

saving stuff and time, and had a mark like two hungry birds.

mum bought the utility bell in woolworths, from the flat counter,

simple cut out metal, good colour, much valued in those days,

alonside papery chains and lanterns.

our tree had candles, i do not know when lights began,

i still have her candle ends left, fancy twisted, faded now.

i keep them special, use the newer ones , red and plain, and

remember my mum,

i will scan these to show you dave, later.

it is still raining.

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.

it is a new twist

on traditional workwear


at ten times the cost

or more

it is fashion


talk of the year as if it

a living thing with feelings


did you know that wishing

doesn’t change stuff possibly


he said it did in that film yesterday

netflix

talk goes on all day, about the heat,
the rain and drizzle,
no thoughts on the shipping
forecast. words red, remembered.

the bird, the boy, the machine,
there is only air between.

is your head clear today, loose limbs, while

mild air floats above.

will you go the other way, as you did

yesterday?

whisper from you came
a good idea
to stop those dreams and headaches

the moon came bright with yet another name

had the words ready.

a twist of logic.



you explained it all

to me. then the radio

stopped.



you wind the thread backward,

while some move forward.



i saw your picture again.



it means nothing.

you would love it she said,

no dressing up required, nothing fancy.


then showed me photos  of the mandatory

gala evening

all wearing glittery stuff

bought on vinted.


am not fancy, me.

paper covers history.

bent on layers
of time, pretending.

minimal
on the same paper
as before

i understand

yes

she used the word constitutional
where I prefer
hike

she prefers a short walk
and that is ok

yesterday i found mistletoe
lichen
and a wet leather wallet

to hand in the local police

office today

it is a palaver to report online
to follow on instruction each

object to be sent elegantly

tied the mistletoe with ribbon
placed it by the birds nest

made bread and a mess
in the kitchen

which I warned you about before

james

he seemed surprised yesterday that i had completed the task

to ensure the proportions looked right for me

it is part of the job and if it is diaried must be done

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?

have you closed your eyes at that

within, enjoyed that

without?

the tin hut is still empty.

time is limited these days.
those one admired in youth
devastate us now.

can we know all things, we
only went twice ?

you know I thought she came to see me all those years ago

from the hospital

two buses changing at the square

came round the side of granny’s house
with the border of ferns and blue
hydrangeas

through the high side gate

yesterday while talking to you
i realised she may have come
to see her mother

and

i can’t remember the rest
can’t remember what happened next

hesitate again
look down

regret my first sentence
now

maybe will say it some other time
now

have missed a day or so here
being busy with organising things

for something

and being out of work

while working here

forgot to write
so sorry and everything

our government is *******
things are falling apart

eating pies is a good idea

14.21

every year, here

the yellow flags find us.

nonchalantly driving,

wondering,

how to spell that word.



looking to the next road,

you know you love,

forgetting the time

of year they come.



flat lands, yellow

with the flags, the iris,

the medieval house.



he talked about the cow,



while i remembered the first field,

filled with them.



i did not take a photograph.

yes

using phrases like the enemy
it don’t go unnoticed here either

from the archive.

google when back at home, read about
people, and know we may after all
be twins.

you feel like two people
that one is split in two

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

sun came &
shadows lasted only a short time

carefully we drew her out
all tidy with reason, wearing
us down

normal
is what you are told
it is
until
you realise
it is
not

let us look at things, differently.

often, we do things, no one ever sees.
that is you and me. two of us
dancing on the sand.

it came
and went,
quickly.

look at each gentle place,
to keep in a pocket
of love,for that rainy
day, you do not go.

now is small stuff on paper
as who cares anyhow
we just carries on
regardless