Sunday, September 28, 2014


Refugees from the exterior world
Who cannot be stopped or dissuaded
They come in trepidous footsteps
Undulating, geometric waves
And I will let them be
See them into welcoming light
Before they retreat to shadow
For they are not dragons
Or monstrous giants
Fear has no name here
They are only spiders my dear

Friday, September 26, 2014


Of love and deadly war
That shatters and burns
Ennobles and enfeebles
Freezes hope unto ruin
Or for the love of war
The gift that keeps giving
In crimson wrapper
With its harrowed ribbon
The days weary and dim
For the regret comes swift
That we must choose sides
From this grisly box of fate
That is the greatest horror of all
When all we want is peace

Wednesday, September 24, 2014


Issuing gladness out moaning throats
Bovine ghosts walk in vapour laden trails
Herded indoors lest they be overwhelmed
Dragons of spent fire waiting for spring
The soft kiss of the first October frost
Moonlight over the calming night sea
It now creeps over a once vibrant life
Grey subsumes colour to monochrome
And the fields are now empty till spring

Tuesday, September 23, 2014


On our land procured in toil
The trees we placed decades ago
In such chaotic patterns of concern
Will reach always to the sky
Make green arks for animals
Hold the soil tighter than I
Like infants they shall be
To rise and wane in seasons to come
Even if we do not live to see it
In the calculation of times intent
The trees will count the ages
And we shall be content

Monday, September 22, 2014


What we create we love
Thought it tears aging backs
Makes hands stiffen into earth
Depletes rainy day war chests
In grand designs of caprice
And yet we carry on
Even if in the end of things
Wilderness cannot be restrained
Nature shall again, love it more
It is an innate state of all we tame
To always turn order back to chaos
No human endeavour lasts forever
But remember this
What we create we love
And that which we love is creation

Sunday, September 21, 2014


Count no more the flowers fading under September skies
They will return again on all the ways we have walked
Rather count the days we sat within this fair, fair land
And wondered could anywhere have been better than this

Saturday, September 20, 2014


Summers tongues pickled and tamed
The artisan awaits now winter's will
His jewels adrift within a briny pool
Sit now atop the sunny windowsill

Thursday, September 18, 2014


We are star made
But you and I
Are from different stars
In an orbit of destiny
We attract and repel
In equal measure
Because time wills it
It is not the stars
Engines of the universe
That ride across time
They are creation
And we are their children

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Garden September 2014

Fly agaric (poisonous hallucinogenic) - no mushroom risotto with this please

Long Tailed Tit
Thinking why can't I fly?

Grapes nearly ready


Tuesday, September 16, 2014


When words fail
Imagination serves
But it cannot be shared
I cannot describe it
Nor how it is seen
But I continue to try
That is the essence
Of why we write
But I will not succeed
Though ever I improve
For time writes too
And her words are final
I see them upon my face
The best thing I never wrote
Is read within my eyes

Sunday, September 14, 2014


Melting wax below candle flame
That has used its entire wick
Sunset now slips away
Guttering in the breeze of dusk
And I am here in the cusp of days
The intersection of thought and space
A shallow time of gothic wonder
Before the night takes my thoughts
Lays me asleep; to dream of another day

Saturday, September 13, 2014

Aurora Borealis

There is coldness in the night air
Just two weeks ago it wasn't there
I now sit shivering in the dark
For Aurora Borealis to make its mark
But nothing is seen in a crimson sky
Too far south is the explanation why
Perhaps one day when my travels are done
I will have seen the sight made by the sun
In plume and burst and particles spawn
I will take a night and sit unto dawn
For the solar wind to blast the earth
See a magnetic sight and count its worth

Frederic Edwin Church's 1865 painting "Aurora Borealis" from Wikipedia

Friday, September 12, 2014


There is not one tall cloud left
Rising up in the permanent sky
There is no centre ground underfoot
To stand upon day after day
Watch the world slip gently by
All is now lateral polarisation
Into the nervous balance of chaos
It is the ancient rhythms of hate
That quenches evolution and hope
Hearts beat breasts in iniquitous time
Blood pumps in constricting veins
Waiting for the rush of the apocalypse
And of all the selfish thoughts that come
I wonder why it has to happen now
When life for us all could be so sweet

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Garden September

2 Fine Lilies
Peacock on Cosmos

Coming in to Land

Honey Fungus

Halloween Toadstool

Perfect Dandelion Clock


The vaunted super moon was really not much bigger than usual but it was one of those rare clear nights for a picture

Tuesday, September 09, 2014


When the water flows the patience goes
It's not for the weak the sight of a leak
Some many differings of threaded fittings
Crazy washers he tuts and those tiny nuts
No more leaks I say until I pass away
A ballcock is just too much for this old crock
I saved 50 pounds so then I'll stand the rounds
But I'll be asking why if my house don't stay dry

Monday, September 08, 2014


Tis now September the month of closing
Of yellowing leaves and fungus nosing
Chill air settles promoting heavy dews
Harvests to gather will test our thews
Swallows leave and wasps now slumber
Day shorten and landscapes become umber
And I retire indoors and light the potbelly
Warm butter croissants with raspberry jelly
For now without all is running to winter
Autumn's appears and summer doth splinter

Sunday, September 07, 2014

Joan Rivers (American Comedienne 1933-2014)

Comedy is rooted within our ignorance
A bittersweet fight against sensibility
We laugh at pain and stupidity not intellect
Sadness releases comic emotions like rain
But it takes sensation to make it work
And a sparkling wit to draw the crowd
Thanks for all the laughs you gave Joan
And if controversy is a kind of salvation
Consider yourself now fully redeemed

Joan Rivers (American Comedienne 1933-2014)

Friday, September 05, 2014


I made some sushi - I was quite proud of my attempt


High upon slate lined hills
Hidden from the world
Sits a lonely tarn
Unseen and unremarked
The scent of the evening
Pruned and shaped by day
Floats over the still water
And night falls and falls
And still the tarn is there
In the blackness of night
High upon slate lined hills
Hidden from the world

Thursday, September 04, 2014


Suffolk Flora


Suffolk Fauna ( obviously most from a zoo called Africa Alive and not wandering in the wilds of the county)

Somalian Ass





Kingfisher in the garden




Monday, September 01, 2014


I taste your fingers and drown
They have the tang of the sea
Salt upon ozone breezes at noon
I smell your hair and inhabit Eden
Jasmine and Orange blossom
In fragrant wind unto the earth end
I kiss your pillowed lips of softness
They are chocolate and honeyed figs
And this is no bittersweet embrace
For I feel your warmth on my skin
And it slides about me like a serpent
Coils gently crushing love into me
And I shall stay here sated forever