Truss

Tree

I mean leaves in the breeze

With foliage of orange, orange and green

The rooftops lean

Lean in the style of Amsterdam

Or perhaps Düsseldorf

Or any other place you might have been

Rooftop beams

Within a hairs-breadth of perfection

Calculated to bear all the ounces

The ounces of our late night bounces

Bounces that flounce on the branches

Unfurl favourably to swirl on the roundabouts

Then to swing swimmingly along the skylines

Towards those times of our sometime chances

Tree

I mean breeze blown leaves

With foliage rested, rested from the dream

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James Street Family Practice

Red brick with close cut privet hedges

A dedicated seat with a view

Of the reconstructed wooden fence

Automobiles parked and turning

I sit and listen,I listen without learning

Conifers and pines before the chimney pots

A young neat figure with dimples

Dimples and acne spots

Yellow lines beside primrose gardens

I wait my turn, say beg your pardon

Trickled smiles with comfortable sandals

I open the door and unsteadily hold

Hold the curved bold handle

Strip off; undo your shirt if you will

Boy can I feel the pulse

Breathe deep now; don’t worry, it’s just a chill

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Arts Council Grant

In search of:

Well that time

back along

down along

swing along

That time

as a child

as a teenager

That time

darts and dominoes with real ale

and a charabanc to the seaside

In search of:

Well yes that time

of Albion

As a mother

With her siblings

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Dark Lightness

The still tree by the roof tile

Blue sky as a back-drop

Sufficient to ever raise a smile

The breezeless breath of morning-dew

Blue sea frets with silhouettes

As we wave goodbye to another crew

The hung leaf with a fresh take

Of a blue horizon foreground

For harbours or the jetties by the lake

The morning newspaper, with a pot of tea

Blue moon you effortlessly scrape the sky

Asking lightly, and yes ever so politely

Might you if it is ok, may you be set free

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Foreground

Two firm trunks

Solid

Into steady ground

Firs sunk as if forever

Solid set for on

Our dreams to found

Hold down her branches

Towards the silver birch

Strip off her bark

As you would a satin gown

Smile at the acorns

Beneath the mighty oak

While she shakes the leaves

And you hold her velvet cloak

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