Monday, 29 August 2011

double bass

matching red converses sported by two musicians
one carrys a backpack that, from behind,
disguises him as a walking double bass

Sunday, 28 August 2011

Tuesday, 23 August 2011

resisting an afternoon nap

feet up on the sofa, warm and relaxed
struggling against the dark oblivion that
threatens to swallow me up

Friday, 19 August 2011


six smooth slick cyclists swoosh past
and leave me plodding down to deepest Didsbury

Wednesday, 17 August 2011


the perfect time for a little stroll
with your dad and a green ice lolly

Sunday, 14 August 2011


the wrought iron gate is roughly painted
in baby pink and barbie pink
but it matches perfectly the rose in the garden behind

Thursday, 11 August 2011


unlike the blackberries gathered with glee
the damson crop
sour and unloved
thoughtlessly trodden underfoot
becomes fruit mush across the pavement

Saturday, 6 August 2011


there is a gap under the hedge, obviously well used
I wish I was seven again so I could hunker down and scoot through

Monday, 1 August 2011

piccadilly gardens

the cool air around the fountains is filled
with the shrieks of very wet children