BRIGID

Appearing on my blog, shaking
Me rigid

With delight.
How did you get here? Not by Easy-Jet
I bet. They don't have such
Certain flight.

Ah yes. Your canary wings helped
You bridge it,

That divide.
It's possible to connect by AM,
Using E. Show him this poem,
He'll confide.

RUBBLE BUBBLE

tram line
what a climb
silver track
spotty pavement

blue board
pointing north
tell me more
wheremy going?

to the tate
though it’s late
yes yes
in a taxi

lady fat
plastic mac
yellow wellies
talking quickly

tell me please
is this cab
going my way
i should think so

empty building
very dusty
flaky flooring
very musty

fanny window
metal frame
olive water
rubble bubble

rubble bubble
rubble bubble
rubble bubble
rubble bubble

ham salad
very nice
cuppa coffee
sugar n spice

bred n jam
lick yer knife
bath yer kids
kiss the wife

watch the box
box of trix
put the cat out
smiles n lix

have a pee
go to bed
rest your weary
weary head

PLAYING IT SAFE

I recall our time so often we are always
Fresh thoughts in the making.
Is it the same with you? Believing so is heaven.
But we are constructing myths by
Looking back. A meeting now might emphasise
The difference between faded prints and
Twelve megapixel images. Best wallow

In nostalgia. It never fails.

CANAL POEM NUMBER ONE

Somewhere beyond complacent lock gates a leaf detaches
From its tree, and ceases to be a consumer.
There is no sacrifice involved, only progress.
Stubbing's glossed curve awaits the kiss gentle enough
Not to cause a ripple. Soon decomposition and enrichment.

So will today's water become next year's summer wine.
So will we advance by being still.

CHOICE

(Dedicated to the memory of R.S. Thomas)

Only a lifetime's patience and respect
Might realise a worthy tilth, allow the
Momentory opening of truth's flower.
Worth the wait, I believe.