which previously i called a small holding

provided us with murdered birds

heads bitten off

saved mum a job there

and when they sold it along with the old cottages set back

the bricklayers came and while  low down in their building

i ran round the back of our house despite her warning

fell

broke my head open

those brick layers took me to the hospital in their van

a towel wrapped round

two stitches

i bear the scar still

and they built bungalows

how small
how white the child
skin rinsed with tears

salt in the wind

the world outside the window commented on . as a child .
tell us things, take us without consent. there are no records

drawing the child with found fabrics

watching the marks come good, no dots
intended

yet they came
without warning

serendipidy

all is honesty

i have a witness.

evidence produced.

where it was decided to buy the higher house
in both scenarios

with grit and slight gusto

things come in layers
and differing shades

it is said that chris whitty looks serious always

so on checking find

this:-

uk government chief scientific adviser

sounds pretty serious that
as does covid

not much cause for tap dancing and merriment

there

it is said there are worries over the children’s vaccine for the disease is a viral virus

yet they agreed  the mmr injection

for the measles virus
the mumps virus
rubella virus

while

poliomyelitis is viral and difficult to spell

then diphtheria is a bacteria and rhymes

well

serious

yes is amazing. the babies **** on tree roots underground for 17 years then when they emerge make sounds enough to drown out any planes.

nice she gave you cabbage again.

i have an overload of mushrooms so I **** them in the air fryer with home made bread n oil then finish off with toasted cheese.

thankyou

do not know everything

only my version.

a fraction of the whole

blue sky thinking

here

tiny things become intimate

you may put them in cases, or hang on pins

straight or safety, it becomes political

the choice is yours

bulldog clips

my scope is limited now
yet it comes enough for
me

was
the dream

the cloud
the quarry

water flows down this valley

wind blows round our houses

dark small cloud dropped rain.
still, the small birds sing

i too fly solo
&
enjoy the flight

when the day clears
i look up at the others

see the softest looking clouds
wonder
if that is where that work came
from


with gentle grey

some thing is changing here,

so slight it can hardly be

noticed.

yet it has been.  a feeling,

came after light rain .

the clouds waiting as you
say

there are many to fascinate
give them names and fluff

becomes fact
a place one can recognise

the clouds waiting as you
say

there are many to fascinate
give them names and fluff

becomes fact
a place one can recognise

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

there was no message from you yesterday

perhaps you went visiting like me

perhaps you went over the back amongst the slate

and bright green ferns growing new

along the track we always use when I am there

down the ***** that scared  me
and my hand was held kindly

we looked in the camp
the clues then moved on

there was a beetle and passers by
who made space

and the recommended book
was never opened

perhaps you did something like that too?

there is a nice long beach and lovely views out to sea

the sea that is rising

along the edge, the edge
of season. the coast with
slow limits.

the glass anomaly
swept the edges
golden, in proportion.

some ask if the routine of working is missed

it is noted that another took it’s

place

moving lightly room to room in winter

from one hour to the next

differing activities

moving out into the landscape
differing thoughts with exercise

added

on hearing rain early
delay the start of it

did you know he asked me my materials

the list got long and

could have been longer

even boring for some

so I stopped

some times I feel I may get found out
&
james, sometimes I am

with a comma.

codes and reasons

friend came on the trip
yesterday
and we enjoyed it yet

i am used to going alone.

after she was all enthusiastic
and suggested more and more

i am used to  going alone….

the drawing

went wrong from the beginning


i thought and on the wrong paper too

i thought


had ordered card from asda

got a substitution of a colouring book

more suitable for the house next door with children

i thought so donated it over


there


saw their puppy


then continued on the wrong paper

i thought

only things worked out

cojoined twins

colder yesterday though possibly not as cold
as your experience over there

the greenhouse rearrangement came lovely
instigated by the accidental dropping of plants

growing from seeds gathered on walks
the wildlife garden

today the tiny things will be salvaged
nurtured in the warm

meanwhile i am constantly on leaf duty
while the terraces are cleared
the lower lawn is deep in golden
layers

a little each day
is just the ticket

alongside household chores and drawing

did not wish to go to sea

went just a few times

that I remembered
last evening

the crossing

the mothth as collage.
a quiet ththing.

the hair looks like a cockatoo
with no fancy phrases

they used orange a lot
with some yellow

combed it fancy mainly
upwards

sprayed all over for style
and protection

he went walking with her
held her hand and laughed

i watched from the bus stop
now colour challenged

good plan and hope things work out

one way or other

it has been known here to utilise
the power of thought and circumstance

to escape the box

and while you ride the rail bed
i walk the track for it is a differing

language

your vests are not ours
nor your tank tops

and while I wear neither
have the most magnificent

combinations in my collection
hanging on the bathroom door

maybe you had your own money
not the exact amount  handed

to my brothers
with prime instructions

and no looking at the
forbidden places

nor loitering by the cafe

or

bought by mother
independently
as a gift

where were  the choices

you seemed to have

not here, not here.

james

these are the warmer days, days of independance.

days to charm

talk of concrete in pretoria
thoughts on moths in wales.

there is only air between .

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.

seems there may be some connection

some call it a trigger

some things leave us cold and wondering

don’t work if not connected, if not tuned in, you would think the experts would know that.  we need to signal to another.

seems there may be some connection
some call it a trigger
some things leave us cold and wondering

some things fade with time,
with sun and washings.
this one remained bright,
even glaring

driving the land, the songs,
carry us along, to our place,
the constant places,
we think don’t change,

from yesterday, the conversation and your enquiry


the remembrance is that it was mainly brown and beige when we moved in


distemper


cold and metal windows

condensation caused black

damp

plus steam from the kitchen


colour crept in gradually despite protestations


yet we shall not talk of it further

there are no photographs


we had no impetuous to record

yet it seems we remember

corona

a slightly better sounding word
than covid

and more readily in predicted

now your name may be redeemed
your wanderings freed into new

adventures

or maybe you will still stay inside a while

inside the boundary lines

four fields

corona

yet it was taken all serious with a need to always be correct

to talk about quality

black crow bird
pecks road ****.

pheasant.

haute cuisine.

crow bird,
pecks package.

hoping for a sandwich.

b.l.t.

Good morning.

All nice here. Excellent morning yesterday in Corwen and although the Vintage Emporium was unexpectedly closed due to a power outage a nice time was enjoyed.

Poked about town and looked at the Coy carp in their shop and the old run down hotel is now community owned and has a pop up shop.

Went to the Welsh cafe for coffee, which is as hot as lava, a local told me.

No cooked meat available this Saturday in the butchers though the conversations  there are always good.

it was at the bus stop where the buses converge

transfer the passengers

where everyone talks though

not about that, nothing like that.

she came from dolgellau, said hello and talked about all those things, no fuss, just honestly ,

on the way to berlin.

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.

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

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

courage to walk away
from objects that irritate
our eyes, to eat another way,
with snakes and camphor oil.

you know what i mean