Saturday, 30 November 2013


The bright curve of the waning moon smiles at me from the bare branches 
like the disappearing Cheshire Cat 

Saturday, 21 September 2013

Saturday morning

Daughters out with their daddies;
they bring bikes with tassels, 
companionable teddies and yellow balloons.

Sunday, 15 September 2013


A disconsolate line drapes itself over the railing 
that leads to the callers office door.
They are still there when I walk back four hours later.

Friday, 6 September 2013


I've found a country where it's acceptable to eat a whole plate of hummus, more than once a day. I think I'm never coming home. 
(Postcard from Jerusalem)

Saturday, 17 August 2013


up and down the paths I brush against the lavender bushes
and carry the traces with me on my skin

Friday, 9 August 2013

Missing Jacob

his name on the back of a postcard
in a child's handwriting
somehow just the way he used to write it

Friday, 21 June 2013


seven kettles 
in various stages of decay
lined up against the fence
like memorials 
to all those moments
when a cup of tea 
was all you needed

Thursday, 20 June 2013

late start

at 6 am cycle path users acknowledge the early hour with a brief nod
by seven thirty it's business as usual and no one meets your eye

Thursday, 13 June 2013


A blackbird makes vociferous objection
to a sudden downpour.

Friday, 24 May 2013


as I waft the empty bag
infinitesimally tiny grains of flour float out
and drift down into the brass bowl of the weighing scales

Wednesday, 1 May 2013


all the other wildlife
skitters or flutters from my path
three ducks sit
unflustered and unperturbed

Tuesday, 30 April 2013

more snails

on damp mornings
I do a wide slalom along the path
to avoid the meandering snails

Saturday, 13 April 2013

street lights

the street lights ahead of me switch off in sequence
fading to a faint orange glow

Monday, 18 March 2013


purple crocuses bask in the warm morning sunshine

(or is that croci?)

Tuesday, 12 March 2013


I button up tight 
but the icy gust 
inveigles it's way inside my coat

Friday, 8 March 2013

Wednesday, 6 March 2013

more cat

a black and white sphinx guards the entrance
to Cheltenham road

Tuesday, 5 March 2013


soaring up in a bright white sky
wings wide
the shadow of its feathers starkly outlined

Monday, 4 March 2013


the chirp from outside the window
repeats in time with my breathing 

Friday, 22 February 2013


hiding behind the trunk 
but I can see his startled shadow on the fence

Sunday, 17 February 2013

Sunday morning lie-in

fingers curled again a chest rising and falling
and the soft ripple of his pulse under the skin

Thursday, 14 February 2013

in quality save

a tiny wizened lady browses the bargains
followed by her matching husband

Wednesday, 13 February 2013


a heavy dull cotton-wool-stuffed feeling
and dark shadowy eyes
not even relieved by a cup of tea

Sunday, 10 February 2013

journey home

a tall man outside Greg's
dances back and forth
battling an invisible foe
with his sandwich

football supporter on the tram
talks twaddle
about totalitarianism

Wednesday, 6 February 2013

after Zumba

I ride home in the dark
the cold air prickles deliciously on my warm skin

more snow

not flakes but tiny balls skitter and bounce along the pavement
only melting when they meet a puddle

Saturday, 2 February 2013

glad to be not-old

enlivened by the sharp cold air outside
I skip down the stairs at the old people's flats
and greet the woman with the walker crossing the foyer

Friday, 1 February 2013

postman's torment

Coming down the stairwell from the seventh floor
and the smell of frying bacon floats up from the depths

Thursday, 31 January 2013

Wednesday, 30 January 2013

tornado 2

a tall swirl of dried leaves and rubbish appears momentarily in centre of the road
abruptly dispersed by a passing car

tornado 1

a swarm of shrieking children circle the playground
drowning out even the wind

Tuesday, 29 January 2013


a robin in the dark contributes a tuneless trill
to the uncertain overtures of the dawn chorus

Sunday, 27 January 2013

the moon

the moon has delusions of grandeur
eschewing the habitual timid glimmer
its light fills the sky
and beams steal around the curtains 
to illuminate the bedroom

Saturday, 26 January 2013

walking on ice

the gentle creak of footsteps on snow has been replaced 
by the crunch of treacherous ice

Friday, 25 January 2013

more snow

it may be gone in the morning
so Creature goes out in the dark
and twirls under the streetlight in the falling flakes
leaving her handprints on the pavement

Wednesday, 23 January 2013


you enter to a subtle, enticing blend of herbs and spices
the recipe for a real food shop

(Unicorn Grocery)

Tuesday, 22 January 2013

in foreign at the station

a young Japanese couple cuddle and giggle
on the seats next to mine
their words unintelligible
the meaning unmistakable 

Monday, 21 January 2013

snow tracks

delicate trails of blackbirds criss-crossing each other across the garden
a squirrel bounds leaving a neat group of four paws
two in, two out
the small peanut impression of a child's wellies
and down a dark street, the meandering route of a bike
that I follow on mine over the bridge and round the corner to the office

Sunday, 20 January 2013


neighbours shouting beyond the living room wall
the words unintelligible
but the meaning unmistakable

Friday, 18 January 2013

Snow 2

one of the pleasures of winter
making a neat set of footprints across the virgin snow

Snow 1

Under the streetlights the pavement is a twinkling expanse
small melted spots become like black holes in a white sky

Thursday, 17 January 2013

Early again

It's still pitch black, though there is no frost,
but a lone blackbird thinks there is something to sing about.

Wednesday, 16 January 2013

Early morning

Across the lightly frosted garden
the neighbour's stained glass bathroom window glows warm

Tuesday, 15 January 2013


a lonesome magpie perches high on a skeletal tree
silhouetted against a pale frosty sky

Monday, 14 January 2013

Nostalgia moment

Sitting in the van listening to The Carpenters
warmed by the heater and mellowed by the music

Saturday, 12 January 2013

hot lemon

the steam from my cup of hot lemon fogs my glasses
I have to pause and wait between sips before I can read again.

Friday, 11 January 2013

From the train 2

I close my eyes in Cheltenham station
and open them to find bedraggled fields vanishing into the fog

From the train 1

a cohort of bicycles stands in ranks on the platform
awaiting their marching orders

Thursday, 10 January 2013

Dartmoor 3

we rattle over the cattle grid and promptly re-enter civilisation
I like the sign that reads:
thank you for taking moor care

Dartmoor 2

a couple of knobbly kneed lambs shelter behind
shaggy coated mothers

Dartmoor 1

swathes of the dark chocolate brown of dead bracken 
and the deep green of heather 
stretch out across the rain sodden expanse

Wednesday, 9 January 2013


They play some big band jazz and
mum and dad jive between the tables.
I'm not sure I ever realised they had a life before I was born.
I watch and smile, and try not to cry.

Tuesday, 8 January 2013


a delicate drift of white in the gutter covers the rotting leaves
but as it blows down the street
I realise they are polystyrene balls from a burst bean bag.

Monday, 7 January 2013

Sunday, 6 January 2013


Pink bubble car, like a vehicle from Oz,
pootles down the monotonous grey street

Saturday, 5 January 2013

flats seen from the tram

washing dries on balconies
and a lone smoker watches the world go by


A welcome blue sky streaked with white aeroplane trails
all converging on the distant vanishing point

Friday, 4 January 2013

dog again

boundless enthusiasm, bounding along the cycle track
tongue not just lolling out but streaming behind

Thursday, 3 January 2013

dog at the supermarket

tail tucked under 
waiting disconsolate in the rain
big dark watery eyes follow me as I walk past

Wednesday, 2 January 2013

more rain

the lightest of misty rains brushes my cheeks
and leaves my eyelashes damp

New Year Resolutions

January joggers are earnest and determined,
cheerful despite the rain.

Tuesday, 1 January 2013

Midnight moonlight

Walking home to a cacophony of fireworks and car horns
a line of Chinese lanterns drift into the clouds ahead