Saturday, 29 December 2012


A splash of petrol on the rain soaked tarmac
becomes an iridescent starburst in the middle of the road

Wednesday, 26 December 2012

daughters again (again)

ahead of me down the street
sturdy winter boots and long fluttering coats
one aged leather
the other purple velvet

(more daughters)

Monday, 24 December 2012

eleven thirty

watching the gold threads in the curtains
while sleep drifts me away

Sunday, 23 December 2012

Sunday morning parcel

two muffled voices within 
argue about opening the door
so I leave the box on the step

Monday, 17 December 2012

Rain again

the quiet darkness of the Princess Road underpass is a momentary relief
from the incessant pitter patter 

Saturday, 15 December 2012


A long lean shadow trudges wearily ahead of me down Beaver Road

Tuesday, 11 December 2012

poetic puddles

Inky black pools frozen in pavement crevices
surrounded by delicately frosted fallen leaves

Saturday, 8 December 2012

Braving the frost

On a sunny window ledge there are strawberry plants in flower
a couple of tiny green buds promise a tantalising hint of summer sweetness

Thursday, 6 December 2012


a hazy pink stripe across the frosted bathroom window indicates that day has arrived