Saturday, 27 June 2009


In a bar at a table we drink beer

full of cheers and cheers, cheer;

Andrew plays with musical toys

boisterous, boy-like, boisterous toys:

drinkers turn with ready eyes

and barmaids feint in mock surprise

at such momentous foolery now and here.


By the kitchen table, we chomp toast:

into taste and teeth and taste;

chewing faces -  smiles like sun

it’s fun, it’s fun, it’s funny fun

and, as the sun drops Yorkshire hills,

our sample set of simple thrills

begins to end - a singular day is done.

Friday, 26 June 2009

Recipe for Mischief













Folly, like writing, watching TV, cooking, talking.




Distract target by moving condiments to strange places.

Put salt in sugar. Balance vinegar on an edge.

Put pepper into kettle.

While target distracted by condiments, assail main folly

like scribble on paper, change channels, drop a few eggs, interrupt by singing.


Look into eyes.

Say sorry.



Sleep soundly.


Thursday, 25 June 2009

Getting Gold

When you visit an old One in the Care Home

it’s not much fun;

not so beautiful to clap eyes on frames

and hunchbacks;

the lady with a dress riding too high


and Aunt’s intensity ‘You don’t know what it’s like for me.

No one does.’


But up there on the incessant flat screen,

bright as a galaxy, the Beijing Olympics,

team GB, greatest achievement,

UK athletes (all that gold)

with medals, anthems, shining faces,

thighs and torso, smoothly dolphin,

all the family proud as Punch

and the nation pleased as Punch


so I turn,

sever Auntie’s gaze,

when only two dimensions

grab me more than starving eyes


and it makes her cry;

that I look away.

Wednesday, 24 June 2009

Obama's Speech Bubble

Only his mouth expresses a sound

in a moment floating as if in a bubble,

squeezing out air towards a crowd

who dangle in hope for his very next word

(reaching and straining for peace - or trouble;

like a white butterfly or chasing hound.)


His word vibrates and sound bows down:

ripples to nothing - so efforts re-double.

Only his mouth expresses a sound.


Tuesday, 23 June 2009

Invisible Friend

Beyond me, out there, in time and space

I can reach and touch my own best friend;

a boy with a laughing carefree face

with a sensitive gaze and a magic hand.

Beyond me, out there, in time and space


his nose is as curved as a pirate hook

and his eyes two shining oyster beds;

I can always, headlong, smile and look

at a young buccaneer with a grinning head:

His nose is as curved as a pirate hook!


I have only to know in my heart he's there

and to sing out his name with a carefree joy

and he’ll perk his left side dangling ear;

just like me - a rainbow boy:

I have only to know in my heart he's there.


Beyond me, out there, in time and space

we are happy and easy, a church bell rings

and, wonder of time, it tolls in place

a kingdom made for a perfect king.

Beyond me, out there, in time and space.


Monday, 22 June 2009


‘Hey Mister, look what I got in this jam jar;

I got a pet bumble, I got a pet bee!

Her name is Maisy, I’ll keep her forever

Maisy is pretty and Maisy is me.’


Maisy batters and buzzes the glass;

Energy can go beyond the airless


And an old man in the station

Clumsily tries to pick up 5p

Again and again with cold white fingers;

Clubs of intensity ‘Do it for me!’


On his head he wears a jaunty cap,

‘Make sure you catch your train’ he grins ‘young chap’


And so, ‘I’ll tell you what, let’s twist the cap’

And with a rush of air then Maisy’s free.

Sunday, 21 June 2009


I run for crinkled chips

to share with my best mates.

Skipping down a yellow beach,

I kick at racing shadows

and whoops - chips grin back

from filthy sand


but a few gilded beauties

linger in the plastic tray.


A mardy-thought;

a quick fox-glance:

my mates are playing cricket.

Eat the clean ones quick!


Then time to share the awesome news:

of detritus.