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Tuesday, 17 March 2026

Giddy

Un something or other

Goes along

Unknowingly

Unsteady

Unruffled

Underneath

Unknowingly

Undone

Unjust

Just that

That’s all

Unkempt

Undistinguished

Unknown



Monday, 16 March 2026

Time-Travellers

From a small space

To a nowhere place

A meandering stream

To a river in spate


From a village

To a county

Which I call my own

Yet where I don’t belong


From a main road

To a motorway

Over a suspension bridge

To a walled city


Where love

Invited me

To the gallery

Then the theatre, and finally the hotel



Sunday, 15 March 2026

Dark Light

My breath

Blows the candles out

My hand

Winds the blind open



Saturday, 14 March 2026

Wet Sands

Wallace Stevens

Let the fish go


I hung-on

To our sea-fret moorings


Now I talk of Saturday’s sunlight

In what is the overlong season of mists



Friday, 13 March 2026

Gifts

Looking for a thought

With which

To begin the day

A place perhaps

Or a wave lapping

On a sun-soaked beach


Looking for a light

With which

To illuminate the idea

To present a future

From the past

Or maybe the present