Wednesday, May 06, 2015

Good night Fox

Walking the street,
canvassing his territory,
beating the bounds,
the urban fox
declared his province
last night.
His bark carried down the road
not like a loud-hailing politician
but a self-proclaimed king.
It was a lonely bark,
walking down the white line
of this quiet road:
tonight there was no echo,
no return call from his mate,
no retaliatory rant
from his neighbour.
The occasional break in the cloud
advertised his presence
to enquiring evening eyes
peering through curtains.

The cats are quiet tonight
their evening masquerades
silenced by expediency.
Good night fox,
beware the rampant taxi -
the mechanical creatures
of the night.

Tuesday, May 05, 2015

nothing is as it seems

Nothing is wasted:
the road travelled
reveals new scenery,
the music heard
unwinds imagination,
the words read
stir the dust of thought.
Nothing is simple,
it is the convergence
of complexities
and the lineage
of experience.

Monday, May 04, 2015


Cracked ice,
included amber,
irritation in the oyster,
the splendorous itch.
The last unwrapping
of pass the parcel
and the smile
when it’s all over.
I am
perfectly flawed.

Sunday, May 03, 2015

That’s the way to do it

At the May Fayre,
the years fall away.
The reedy voice of Punch
echoed from childhood
across the village green.
Today’s children
sit enthralled,
as I had sat,
a lifetime ago
when childhood
was a warmer thing.
Still the crocodile,
Judy and the policeman
share a half hours
playing with imaginations.
“That’s the way to do it.”