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Waking up in Cape Town
The fall in full swing, summer has closed shop and sent the South Easter winds on holiday.
The moisture absorbed by the sun during the last days is spread like a blanket over the city. We woke up in a mist of clouds, and with no wind, the fog made its way down to the streets, playing hide and seek between the houses, daring the sun to chase it away.
Winter is unpacking its light north west...
Saturday 20th April 2024 9:55 am
fog III (02/01/2024)
a weighty fog
like tinned milk
sweetly opaque
hiding the feathers and tears
traces of a an empty place called
heaven.
these beads rest on hats
press down on weary brows and
weave between the fibres
of gloves
of family
such a slippery thing, this life.
like a rain you can't catch on your tongue
but the taste weaves between your
thoughtful mol...
Thursday 1st February 2024 5:49 pm
mystifying rain forest
mystifying rain forest
years ago we discovered
a small hotel
at the edge of the rain forest
in Monte Verde Costa Rica
we arrived late afternoon,
bought cheese, bread
and a bottle of wine
we sat in front of a large window
in our room overlooking
the forest
the owner told us to do...
Sunday 20th December 2020 5:21 pm
Fog
Fog
I have never felt so alone
As the time spent in November fogs
When I was not yet in my teens
Wrapped in heavy clothes
With hat down low
And scarf around my face
Cut off from the world
By this dense yellowing cloud
Unable to see more than a few feet
In front of you
And the hollow muffled sound
Of someone heading towards you
All other backgro...
Saturday 23rd May 2020 12:57 pm
Conversation in a Harbour Cafe
It was all in her eyes
When he said
I
He saw the tear
When he breathed
L
O
V
E
He knew her mind
When he stopped
Outside the mist rolled in
As ropes slipped off bollards
When he left
He heard her say
M
Y
When the door slammed
He hoped she said
L
O
V
E
When he heard
It was all in his mind
Outside the engine sta...
Sunday 9th December 2018 12:35 pm
The Sailors' Homecoming
There is a time
channel mists behind, we sit at anchor for the tide
then in the early hours the Thames pilots board
and - slowly for the mist still lingers close to land -
we move up river reaches, take tugs and find our lock
to gently nudge our way between the barges
until we are tied up again in Albert's dock,
derricks swung and hatches open -
and I am free
Again,...
Thursday 18th October 2018 4:31 pm
burial
Where I live
When the fog comes
The fog comes hard
Rolling in like an endless army
Clogging the sky
Blocking out the sun
Playing its silver symphonies
Across the hills
Trapping you inside
With all your fears
With all your doubts
Lost to the world
An imposed oblivion
Weightless and
Timeless
Until the fog clears
The sun shines
I am reconnected
To...
Sunday 28th June 2015 7:58 pm
Flamborough Head
the flimsy frame rattles
as a doom laden bellow
pierces the smoky milk
shrieking away unwary
sailors straying close
to Yorkshires crumbling coast
like some creature
lost in torment
we cower
beneath dull yellow light
from sweet smelling
gas lamps
their cog wheels
turned up high
and wicks ablaze
to ward off the dark
a jigsaw unattended
its pieces spilling
c...
Wednesday 2nd April 2014 2:13 pm
Come Leaves Burst
Come Leaves Burst
Trait o'er sun breaks the dale.
Frost's house glows, cream egg
polished tooth, candle mass, whey
over trees. The stamen daisy
windows direct, connect, stripe
the barwaken sky dripping
rainbow strait watercolour
melting snow blue. Cold, rapt,
enwrapped cold, old night pulls
the Queen, who names the vale,
to heave all winter's rain,
hooked, eyed, crochet quavere...
Thursday 13th March 2014 10:28 am
My one day friend, Mark
To Liverpool
Wednesday 6th March 2013 8:19 pm
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