Blog posts - page 4
Almost
24 Mar 2023 poetry
and yes, I still gathered branches,
and yes, I still wore my woollen coat,
but it was unbuttoned, no scarf
2022-23 Winter Input
15 Mar 2023 input
I’ve been meaning to do this for a couple of months, but during that time Christmas has come and gone, then I’ve packed to move house, moved to the countryside and prepped for minor surgery. So no wonder I haven’t had time to put thoughts to paper. I’m settled into our country house now and the quiet is welcome. This is what I’ve put into my brain from December 2022 to the end of February 2023.
Lights
08 Mar 2023 poetry
The sky and each moment expands
as I observe it. I’ve forgotten the season
but the single layer of skin on my fingers
remembers. I am an uncertain brittle being,
standing under the galaxy, watching your sighs
form the briefest of clouds. A distant owl calls.
I’m not prey, not tonight.
Part Time
09 Feb 2023 poetry
I maintained the gears of the moon as a university job. On my empty days, I polished the levers, tightened the cranks and ensured there was enough oil to guarantee a smooth rise. At night, the company had a whole team on standby for the show, but during the day I was left alone with the machinery, inside a vast and echoing warehouse. My jobs did not take very long. I was a glorified security guard. Most of my shift passed in the staff room, deep under the surface, surrounded by the whirr and sigh of complex systems I could...
Fly Away
03 Feb 2023 poetry
I am hauling all our rugs, books,
house plants, our glasses wrapped
in bubble wrap and old duvets ,
all our memories neatly boxed up,
every object we own all jumbled,
carrying from the borrowed van
into our new home. I am bending
at the knees. I am judging the structural
stability of cardboard to ensure
our horde will stack. Tessellation
is essential. My shoulders radiate
like embers. Your nerves are glowing
filaments of thin tungsten.
Midwinter
26 Jan 2023 poetry
Fresh frost has visited overnight,
morning shudders, barely starts
Our fallow fields now writhe with blight.
Fresh frost has visited overnight,
We have lost colour from our sight-
like fools, we hold hope in our hearts.
Fresh frost has visited overnight,
morning shudders, barely starts.
Dawn Chorus
13 Jan 2023 poetry
Blackbirds sing from the only tree
left standing on land scrubbed clean.
I am watching these buildings awake
as hidden beaks and wings call to light;
