Saturday, 15 August 2009

Bright Star

Love’s not bright and constant

but only cheese on toast;

a little glance,

returning nod,

a cup of tea, a smile, a nudge


and sometimes, like a closing door,

it needs a push before it turns and groans

and opens to the garden.


Another thing:

the gaps


between the cheese, the tea, the toast and sunny laughter

- they also matter -


because it’s there, right there, that you remember to remember.

And do, indeed, remember.


Friday, 14 August 2009

Playing Backgammon with Andrew

It’s not always wise to win at Backgammon.

We play slowly and even look for

a little cheating; a palmed counter,

diverted attention. Like so many


games we play together, the point is

that dots on two dice always come

to more than one. No contest. Fun,

rolling and counting. In turn. In balance.

Wednesday, 12 August 2009

Andrew's Words


as long as sounds

ripple into soft air

he’ll speak extravagant hints

because a tang spilling out from

human centre is an unavoidable urge


and when I do the calculation on a jotter,

there they figure – 6 million brilliant words

over a span of 18 years,

timbres of aliveness,

gut power


Tuesday, 11 August 2009

Dominos at the Pay Station

It’s a way to practice patience

and we know, n’est ce pas, a Brit

will stand and shuffle, queue

pissed off:  a brick, a twit,

true grit


“Bright ones” step in turn (in turn)

towards a grinning box;

slotting plastic, coin and finger

to a mouth that spits out paper,

winks and lets them go.