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Saturday, 27 December 2025

Early days

Frozen windscreen, warm bed, car radio

I think of you

Gentleness, kindness, generosity, beauty

With such words

You take your time to bind me

As I think of you


Fog settles in the valleys, fog drifts on the hilltops

The engine purrs

Regular, synchronised, good timing, efficient

The automotive elixir

Takes the road from under my feet

I drift and I dream


Warm bed, soft pillars, waiting for daybreak

I think of you

Secure, calm, tactile, serene, vivacious

With these such words

You are bound beside me

As I think of you


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Friday, 26 December 2025

Movement and Tariff

Settle into the slow boat

Under stone arch bridges

Cobbled and rutted


Slide over the aqua-duct

Standing on the shoulders

Of giants


Yesterday's men

Today's

Fared fortunes


Settle into the fast lane

Under reinforced concrete

Signed and directed


Shuffle over the suspension bridge

Hung by the coiled towers

Of hope


Yesterday's men

Today's

Shared fortunes



Thursday, 25 December 2025

Rustic

Robert writes in red and green

Wishing me good luck

Kathleen

Is excited, it is such a beautiful card


Roast chestnuts, with slow warmed

Meadow Bay mulled wine

Candles flicker, heavenly scented

With the groves of lemon zest


Peter writes in brown and blue

Wishing me good fortune

Rosie too

Is excited, it tis aglow with love


Toasted marshmallows

Fruit cake with marzipan

I do believe

It is the seasons greetings



Wednesday, 24 December 2025

Ting

Geese in flight

Against the winds

Over the Kingdom Of Bhutan


Up yonder where the bells

Turn on a vertical axis

Where prayers are a physical exercise


Where the snow turns overnight

Into deep frozen ice

Geese in flight into the headwind


Over the base camps laden with foot soldiers

Finger cymbal meditation exercises

Followed by Tibetan treacle tart


Always searching for the best

Of the cholesterol

Up beyond the skyline





Tuesday, 23 December 2025

Trucker

What is to be done

Always there is something

Some song to be sung

A wish to buy a diamond ring


What if I say I love you

Always and forever

Some tremble to blue

Light as an ostrich feather


What is to be done

Always my mother called me

There's coal in the scuttle son

Carved names on the sycamore tree


What if I say I love you

Never, not now, nor ever



Monday, 22 December 2025

Frozen out

Fear of forgotten ambitions ever coming true

Twisted hawthorns and country lanes

Flooded with the autumn rains


The mud underfoot, rivers of silt and sand

In deep embedded migration

My dear, I tried to have something to say

Except that which I had forgotten


I lost my way in the heatwave

The passages of corporate governance

Missed perchance connections

Angry, I stumbled over in anger


Outside the still sky turns grey

The light moves right across the equator



Sunday, 21 December 2025

Being you

You fuck them up

Your mum and dad

Split their arguments

Exactly how it suits you


Innocent, that you never were

And now in league with deceit

You trick and trap

Their every twist and turn


Burn the baby photographs

You've turned into a monster

Learnt how to mingle

With the single parents


You've put your folks on that black, back-foot

Ever on their guard to love each other



Saturday, 20 December 2025

Midway

Moss grows on the lean-to shed roof

The singer sings of soft red roses

The guitar player picks away at the weeds


Stillness stands all about, through to the horizon

Another day without a wind; smoke clouds

Postcards on the mat, waiting by the door


Would love have walked any gentler way

With apple crumble and clotted cream

A smile deepened with each return


Unsteady for a few moments

Eyes back into the landscape

Plans laid out by Capability Brown


One step and then one other

Taken with a tremble into the cool breeze



Friday, 19 December 2025

Inter-denominational traditions

A logo

On the plastic wheel trim

A crack

In the kerbstone


Flowers, turned and twisted

Tied with a ribbon

Of silkened, string-tie paper

Emblazoned with razor cut skin


Forbearance of the ever after

Two name tags

On black and white traffolyte

Screwed to wooden slats


An upright beech tree, trained

With precision, reaches for the sky