Monday 27 January 2014

catkins

late january
a handful of catkins on a bare twig in the middle of the lawn
promise so much

dog

its eyes follow me up the path
but the dog on the window sill is so weirdly rigid
that I am afraid it is stuffed
what a relief when he finally barks

Monday 13 January 2014

three years on

In the porch the glass paperweight and mosaic candle holder remain,
as does the gaudy leprechaun;
they are joined by a large stuffed yellow Minion
leaning casually against the corner of window,
a minute snow globe 
and an even more minute metal model of stonehenge,
each stone only a few millimetres high.

(revisiting an old post)

Saturday 11 January 2014

Christmas trees

after the carnage is over
moulting Christmas carcasses litter the pavement
around Sprindale Gardens

moon again

the early evening sky is a crisp cold blue
but the moon is blurry and uncertain