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Friday, 10 October 2014

Furrowed

Silvery white, easier to say grey, sky
At the gate, good and early, with thoughts
Of loved ones; scattered about,  yet
Pulled together by a few words
Among the ploughed fields
Visible as the mist rises


Thursday, 9 October 2014

Displacement

By natures light
The one moon
On meadow grass

Then
As
Now

Lone squeal
Twixt wood & window
A death of sorts


Wednesday, 8 October 2014

Tuesday, 7 October 2014

Home Service

Ever so
My mother
With her love of letters

Contentment
That creeps
As lead on typeface setters

All those footsteps
In pleasant vales
Ragged trousers, wind in sail


Monday, 6 October 2014

You’ll Need A Coat

Sat in the rain
It is plain, I could go to London
You are always the same
Thoughtful and considerate

Yet here I am, on the train
A soft refrain, on my way to London
The doubt almost became
Lacking in thought, how inconsiderate