mild here with sun
shining on the lake and
hills beyond. we both
looked from the top deck
on the bus yesterday

time is limited these days. those one admired in youth devastate us now.   can we know all things, we only went twice ?

the roads here are winding, the leaves are changing.

best not to bang the teapot down on serving, best
to tell the truth.

some may be disappointed

that the terror remains

like in some 1950s film

or tv show

..talk, talk to me with snaked tongues,

all seaside towns and deck shoes, reminding

of the lecture house.

.they turned it nasty too.

..when the tongue splits, spit and go.

go fast.

there may be after effects
yet

nobody suggested a flock of pigeons

at 2pm that snowy afternoon

and that notes will be made

no one mentioned sleeping
later than usual

those chin tattoos
that come all beautiful
and trendy

no one thought that you will like one…

for those that follow here

the gravel has not come

it will be delivered another day

meanwhile it all came lovely

unlike the noise of traffic and emergency sirens

she said they were heading for the coast while we hide as always

no, not a covid isolation thing

a wanting to be away from it thing

over the years

she said the garden looks opened up while I wait for it to grow lush around me again

we have two news visitors recently

tabby

&

ginger

find the place overwhelming and claustrophobic, yet as you say some bits are interesting if i can stand the first bits.

met the tank man when i was there who talked lots.

knows all about tanks.

says he is in the pub if I want to chat.

i do that too
you know go back and look at it

at what i done
feel a sense if achievement sometimes

and sometimes

I stand to look at what is to be done

the next day

&

allow the brain to absorb the idea overnight

sometimes

the task is worked on over days as

there is no hurry no more

this way no one gets bored or fed up

of it

&

hopefully it gets done better

yes my mind is wandering already
back to the roundabout where the
van turned over

those years ago

this morning I had a refund
so that is another task achieved

ticked off in the diary

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

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

we don’t use a teapot

but evidently many do,

and cosy up together.

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

listen to the server, who
clasping the teapot,
tells us revelations
of those who live, who divorce
and warm the ***.

listen to the server, who

clasping the teapot,

tells us revelations

of those who live, who divorce

and warm the ***.

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.

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.

like flags that are decorative
or bunting that represents a

happy time

i dislike borders
representations of separation

i like flags that are decorative
or bunting that represents a

happy time

i dislike borders
representations of separation

i like flags that are decorative
or bunting that represents a

happy time

i dislike borders
representations of separation

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.

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.

pink.

research is kind, we have tried many colours.

we ate the cake, yet not wishing to appear
greedy left a crumb.

for a bird.

bought her tea set gently in parts
each week from woolworths and i still have
some of it

bought her tea set gently in parts
each week from woolworths and i still have
some of it

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

and oh that name come true
on opening jim

pool of fear,

the fright of interrogation,

guilt,

i hear.

from where comes the mourning,

late afternoon,

and evening….

you can pull them out one by one,

they will not grow again.



leaves a gap.



you can pull them out one by one

they will grow back and

fill the gap.

this time of morning i eat a bun maybe
or croissant which is french

drink coffee
watch the news

that seems to be mostly sport
so i idly look up  while writing

my blog

i have tried watching tennis
i like the clothes and think
of friends who enjoy it

there are no real spectators
due to the sick

then

sometimes i see the film reviews
with the nice presenter

i like him
I like films

i sip my coffee

wild here this morning
wind in the chimney
rain on the glass

and talking of that
little lamp blew down outside


broke

never mind

sleep was rattled by weather
thoughts of war too hard to write

yet one day i will

i guess you know more than me

i don’t know what a tent shelter is

but I can imagine

so far few plans for a day unless it clears

james

he set up camp elsewhere

required the internet

i liked the paintings of tents done in dull colours

remember the teacher who disliked the bolder hues

who bakes bread now and posts on facebook

is with the gallery who sacked me for such a thing and other reasons

i don’t know

i bake bread and eat it

they called me a terrorist

and the others repeated it.

i only looked

and asked the way.

they welcomed those from ukraine. yet  never those with

‘yashmaks ‘

their words.

those who eat weird food and apparently this is not racist.

palest blue, some say,
duck egg, with rust,
slight dusting of rose
to combat corrugated iron.

have a sort of family member
lives in texas you know

it is a long story
and though interesting
not to be written of
so maybe should not have mentioned it really

in my tiny world of work
do not write of family nor friends

and though I explained that he seemed paranoid
thought it was all about him
in abundance

need less to say that some of it is truth while the rest is imagination

as are the drawings

thankyou
for your offered help
and saying you care for my welfare
all very much appreciated
i thankyou and say it is only temporary

thankyou
for your offered help
and saying you care for my welfare
all very much appreciated
i thankyou and say it is only temporary

that crayon is broke
beyond all hope
….

that feeling that arrives with the name of the county
the memory of your home and closeted life
now eroding slowly
that sense of belonging to the land
it is that feeling

is that feeling that comes of an autumn afternoon at a particular moment just before the squirrel arrives timely

for food

that feeling that arrives with the name of the county

the memory of your home and closeted life
now eroding slowly

that sense of belonging to the land

it is that feeling

…that

she came worried about monkey pox
so made her ordinary  tea

the next day I travelled  up
walked the streets and saw
the stories there
for a change

the voices rise

it is a messy affair
paint smudges and runs

eventually all comes clear
one having the final say

predictions come and go

so a copy and paste

and hang the washing out


despite the storm

to spite the storm

coming


she said it would be difficult

and it was

the early days

despite predicted text


the wonder was if he came back

to talk things over

or discuss what had happened since


how would the conversation be this time


it is what is wanted

that will never happen


what if he had died that night

and

he rose the morrow morn

have scrubbed this twice
knowing the words don’t
come easy this morning

knowing I too slip up
occasionally

slate slides
mud slips
rain falls

seems higher this time

water expands to where i see
the edge

she showed us how to make a drive
with less flood risk

it was kitted out lovely

we live in the country and have gravel
where water runs through nicely
then down the hill

you should have heard the stories told
me before we moved here

now

I have my own tales to tell

satisfactory arrangement
on the surface

as we know there is much below

copy, paste..

a military term for the land, sea, and air space that is involved in or may become involved in war operations.

he said they built a special platform like at viewpoints for tourists

with coin slot binoculars or such like

for folk to watch, for students on a school day out, bussed for hours to see

the genocide.

they say my brother
would walk to Sherry’s
for the stales with a pillow

case to carry they say

he never ate none on
the way home and i

wonder if that is true

later years gran would
take me in the shop
to buy fresh

she favoured the cream horns.

said to come to bed quick

lay down and rest

the warm blanket cosy


make a nest

a bit ******* round

and hopefully it will all go away


i said to the bear, i said that

the washing was left out and I had not washed up yet


dear bear said it did not matter

that care will be taken

and we will not tell the little ones

for fear of worrying them


we watched the sun go down together

the bear is quietly political

drinks tea

does not answer the phone

my beetle, dead, not buried. i keep them, yet it fell to the floor, mysteriously lost. we try to turn disasters round, here, knowing it will be found, some time. my dear sweet sexton, the burying kind.

i learn about sub soil, all things growing,

the logistics of death.

just stand and watch the season change, note the dew and separate ideas.   remember that you stand alone. are not alone from                                                  criticism and contradiction.

beetles here turn over, legs waving, we turn them back, then, it is all repeated.    empathy kicks in for all small folk who suffer,                                                    who cry in dark corners.

yet i have mislaid  the black beetle too.

it was some time ago we lost.the sexton.

that feeling, that .

arrives unexpected from darkness, some winters’ mornings,

opening the door to the sound of one black bran bird calling.

track four repeated. that

comes on waking finding peace and comfort bound in clean
linen.

arises with perfume, an uncertain memory.

it may be chemicals, peptides in the brain as love, what
ever the germ or warfare

I find no word to describe, no random feather nor dust on
my plate. pass a finger.

that feeling of trimmed nails upon the keys pounding
words and silences.

while music plays. that feeling. that.

syrup stings my tongue.

do not feel so great, again today.

i wanted to be european.

a bigger picture.