When I see a painting, what do I see?
A man, a woman, a garden, a tree?
Perhaps there’s a mountain in the distance,
But soon I reflect on the existence
Of a facet of the work much greater:
The vision and mind of its creator.
A picture is a window on ideas
Which bubble up and percolate for years.
They finally express themselves in paint,
Which slaps on and hardens with no...
Wednesday 19th January 2022 5:04 pm
Up-market sheds are all the rage.
People write memoirs inside them,
Or compose their latest music,
Or contemplate, or drink sherry
And frolic with gold-plated friends.
But real sheds are more sinister:
Lives, mostly gone, are embedded
Within the jumbled disarray
Of mud-caked tools and slapdash piles
Of festering ambitions.
Sunday 16th January 2022 5:23 pm
Uncle Fred was a star on a tightrope.
He came home every day and skipped across -
Thirty feet up, without a safety net,
Above the back yards between the houses -
The swaying chasm spread before our roof.
Risking all, in any kind of weather,
He shone with elegance like Fred Astaire.
At first the neighbours applauded and cheered
(Wives lay awake in their delicious dreams),...
Friday 14th January 2022 9:47 pm
Once we have climbed the greasy pole,
We seek enjoyable pursuits.
We think power equals pleasure;
We pretend that we devour,
At length, and from a place of strength,
All of our past annoyances
And irritations. But do we?
Pleasure as a settling of scores
Is just revenge in poor disguise.
We know revenge in any form
Is like a cocktail with no spark.
So is this p...
Wednesday 12th January 2022 9:55 pm
A man lay on the railway track
And waited calmly for his train.
Approaching fast, it ran him down;
He quivered and got up again.
This feat of mind over matter
Was the subject of much chatter.
He did the tour of the bars,
Showing everyone his scars.
‘My destiny was to survive;
I knew I would come out alive.
It’s true I teetered on the brink,
But all turned...
Saturday 8th January 2022 5:57 pm
I met a poet in the park;
He asked me if I liked his rhymes.
I answered, ‘well, in these strange times..’
The passers-by turned heads to stare,
But none amongst them seemed to care.
As daytime drifted into dark,
I left him seated, looking low.
What happened next, I do not know.
Wednesday 5th January 2022 4:52 pm
She danced away the afternoon
With men who, in another life,
Might land a spacecraft on the moon.
The world was simple then. A slew
Of tranquillised delights calmed nerves.
Our cares were solvable, and few.
Celebrities would saunter past;
Some boy performed his turn. The troops,
Reluctant, waited for the blast,
Eyes closed and fingers in their ears....
Sunday 2nd January 2022 5:46 pm