whisp’ring in the wind
bleaches desert mud
send them tumbling
along endless dunes
temp’rature drops as
an astral masque ball
strings up fairy lights
across the evening sky
Friday 27th May 2022 4:40 am
The present flows rapidly behind me, as hard as I try
To hold a precious moment in my tremulous hand.
It slips. It’s gone; I watch that golden instant slide away
In the rear-view mirror of my chequered history,
Adding to all the endless acres of slurry and mud.
Our past; the opaque, unfathomable morass
Of what once happened, and can never happen again.
All the happiness, ...
Sunday 22nd May 2022 11:00 am
The dogma of the temporal nomad
is an acceptance of the evanescence
of all, from the lacklustre to the astral,
for even what purports to alter one's course
on a visceral level, has but an ephemeral tether,
and is soon to be rejected by a newborn Present,
able solely to be resurrected by a Memory
so rudimentary as to sculpt faulty forms
using mud procured from the riverban...
Saturday 21st May 2022 12:16 am
Four horses were stood in a Care-Home field,
Sadly, chewing over the price of hay
And how much silage they ate each day.
“I used to inhabit a fine field of my own
With lush green grass, not rubble and stone!”
“Now we’re all stuck her in our filthy coats!”
“We are literally up to our knees in mud!
I’d complain to the farmer, but he’s no good!”
“Our foals ...
Friday 20th May 2022 8:14 am
I've always been a timid sort
Careful to look before I leapt
Rarely dived into the water
Watched the company I kept
Then I met you and blew a fuse
Saw my inhibitions do a runner
I was all over you like a rash
I thought you were a stunner
I'm wallowing in you now
The water's as clear as mud
Never been so wringing wet
Never knew life was so good
Friday 30th October 2020 11:09 am
dusk in the copse is foggy, and after rain there's
mud, so you watch your step as rubber
boots kick life into the mess.
lights the ploughed churning, or stars sputter at such
perfect mire, it harks instead at
mad trenches, branches
dripping onto brambles sharp as barbed wire.
can worms survive this clay or do
gills get jammed as mouths and rifles did, each
Thursday 6th August 2020 1:47 pm