I said I was disenchanted with blogging, but ever capricious, I am at it again. Stones, small stones, small moments from the day – today it is a scene from the window of the train, my Hartlepool-to-Stockton commute…
6th Jan on the flooded five-a-side pitch at Billingham / a shopping trolley, wet to the fetlocks / is a zebra at the watering hole
And for those of you who missed the ones I’ve been posting on Facebook, we’ve had:
5th Jan blinded by frost / cars turn their sleepy windscreens to the sunrise
4th Jan that fat grey sky just squats there in a mard / but the pink cyclamen ignores it until it goes away
3rd Jan Daybreak, and the starlings cry like the wind whetting grass blades. Dusk, and the wind moans like a child playing at ghosts.
off the lacquered sand
drifts of birds
lift away from their shadows
light as ashflakes
blacken and vanish
into the sun
1st Jan Give over, I’m not writing poetry today!