Thursday, July 31, 2014


History is a mirror of inevitability
Reflections of repetition and loss
Mistakes we never learnt from
Are destined forever to repeat
What would make you think?
Upon heady green days of heat
Running stealthily to shorter days
These words or the scent of home
Promises of long missed passion
All the sweeter for the waiting
Delivered in the swell of night
When two people dance together
Off-time to the throbbing beat

Tuesday, July 29, 2014


It wasn't hard to work out
The age of a perfect universe
Just one simple equation
Peace x love x respect for all
Gentle people doing gentle things
The answer came back
But it has too many zeros
To possibly think
It could be tomorrow

Saturday, July 26, 2014

Flowers and Macros

Toad (2-3 years old)

Tortoiseshell Butterfly
Newly emerged Frog
Spider macro - ok, yuk but still amazing 

Chain links




Red Water lily


There is a part of the garden
Not even the dog has found
Secret, undiscovered terrain
And I shall never tell its location
At night its secret paths are lit
With the moonlight and lamps
Arias about starlight and loss
Float on the warm evening air
On scents of honeysuckle and freesia
And I am within Elvendom
Where love waits ever wanting

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Tynemouth Flowers

Macro close-ups taken by Nick with a canon 650D (what a good camera can do)


In the heat of the fading day
Three weeks earlier than last year
Alates fly out in honeymoon swarms
To live a whole life in a day
Swallow dodging and making love
Till prisoning earth reclaims the females
Leaving nothing behind but wings and males
Homunculus frogs hop on dusty roads
Move by stealth into the shorter days
Upon these heady green days of heat
And if the world can usurp time so
Am I three weeks older because of it?

Monday, July 21, 2014

Cosmic Horizons

I made a tray of muffins
I think there were twenty four
No two were exactly the same
So I baked more
One billion to be exact
Fixed variables
Endless space
And unlimited numbers
Means identicality is assured
In some of them  
Perhaps hundreds of them
Slice upon slice
Of repetition and cake

Thursday, July 17, 2014

Wednesday, July 16, 2014


So the conjecture goes
One beat of a wing
As a hummingbird gathers nectar
May cause waves
Halfway across the globe
If the theory were true
What of a Monarch's migration?
All the way from America to Mexico
If it were true, that act alone
Would surely take the Earth
Beyond the gravity of Pluto

Monday, July 14, 2014


A pair of Cormorants in the sunshine around the lake. One is drying wings in the sunshine which is very common with these birds.

Sunday, July 13, 2014


Mercurial so you think me
Yet I am older than the earth
Younger than tomorrow; wiser than hindsight
I delineate the boundary of time
There is no quill with feather enough to write
My steps to a half delivered dance
For why would folly seek solace?
When destiny call me by name a fool
For in these pages there is nothing
But the unfolding of gentle things

Friday, July 11, 2014


But do not look long into my eyes
Hope revives only long, dry, dreams
And when the remains of day fail
Save all your desires for tomorrow
Soar away as a bird of free chance
To take rest upon time's caprices
For you are perfectly able to fly
And I may never catch you again

Wednesday, July 09, 2014


The warring clouds gather thickly overhead
Summer sunlight fades under a grey watershed
No creature may stir; in torrents naught can fly
There is nothing so elemental as a storm in July
The lightning bolts and mighty thunder cracks
Bounce from distant hills; let the sound roll back
Fierce they fight till there are only fading rumbles
Then all again is peace and out the sun tumbles

Tuesday, July 08, 2014


Oh, Salvia the summer Queen
In cottage border often unseen
Purple spire from green rosette
To flower till September set
Solace is given to the humble bee
Beauty the gift for you and me
With a nectarous elixir it espouses
To nurture progeny of royal houses

Monday, July 07, 2014


I write to let the ghosts awake
Live a better life in the world I make
You asked me once if words were friends
They could be colleagues if it depends
When we live such a small, small life
The fantasy world is the surgeon's knife
It cuts away the monotonous pain
Of nothing to give, but everything to gain

Sunday, July 06, 2014

More Pond Pictures

The count of dragonflies (from the empty nymph cases) is now at 20. I think that's enough pond pictures for a while unless some of the adults return.

Wednesday, July 02, 2014

Flowers and Animals

Flower Seat

Evening Primrose


Zoom on hare (looks almost painted)

Vivid sky

Still think that burger looks good?


Hatching plots of despicable intent
More undesirables spreading dissent
Landmark cases held at European court
But not a whisper of any do you report
Celebrity, royals and a film star's retort
These are the news items you import
Perhaps it's me; though I hardly think so
Only the real news is all we need to know
So drop the gossip and self-promoting fluff
Or I'll go somewhere else; I've had enough
If you persist in pedalling news that is weary
I may begin to believe in conspiracy theory