Interior

Pebbles, in the flower bowl

Grey ones, pink ones

Rounded from stone

Do they talk

From top to bottom 

From inside to out

Do they walk

From left to right

From dark to light

Pebbles, in the flower bowl

Plain ones, speckled ones

Separate, together, alone

Do they drink

Alcohol, or alcohol-free

Ice cold from the fridge

Do they smoke

Regular, or a cannabis mix

As inhaled on Bluestone Ridge

As Well

You might wonder

As well might I, of

The weather in the Tundra

And the Icelandic green sky

You may consider

As well may I, of

The blues of the oceans

And the way lands lie

You could spare a thought

And so could I, for

The whales in the Orkneys

And the fish which die

You should take a moment

And so should I, for

The time and the place

Which pass us close by

 

Sky

A sky blue table
And sky blue chair
A sky blue door
Who might live there

A sky blue sky
And sky blue sea (almost)
A sky blue thought
Hope is here, at the coast

A red blue tanker
Out at sea
A red blue vessel
Anchored deceptively

A red blue ferry
Across the flow
A blue red scurry
For you kind folks to know

 

Gratuitous

It is a bit like

The Spanish inquisition

All of these questions

About family relationships

What are you scared of

What are you hiding

Don’t you understand

The importance of family

So why are you embarrassed

Why can’t you be normal

What’s wrong with you

Go on, tell me why don’t you

Gratification

The rains came

As I sat

Eating my fruit scone

With sumptuous jam, and clotted cream

Raindrops bounced

On the Cornish slate pathway

Leading down the English garden

To a place of mystery just beyond

This was a Tuesday

Now we’re heading for a Thursday

With sunlight shining

At the start of the day