Friday 2 September 2011

A word


expanded - like a balloon
that I puffed up – it rose
among the clouds, descended
and bobbed you on the nose.

Thursday 1 September 2011

Large Flat Screen


In a small room my father’s hobby
was building a little telly out of tubes, transformers and wood
- for big magic. True, there were times

when the screen went foggy or snowy
and I turned away to look at green trees, whizzing clouds,
or went outside to swing a swing.

But what fascination with black and white
images of men in grey studios and posh voices:
Bill and Ben, Andy Pandy - crazy stories and obvious string.

Adventure unfolds with the Famous Five;
Blue Peter kick-starts the BBC habit of putting
‘One I made earlier’ into the can.

Dad would climb the loft and shout
to Mum to shout to me about image
as he manipulates the aerial, turns it around.

Now everything is bigger: Attenborough and The Blue Planet,
mating snails and rain forest - fast-forward.
I keep on breathing; heartfelt reality.

Wednesday 31 August 2011

Sea

Exultantly, the sea today’s

like Andrew in full song

pulling up the energy

from One eternal spring

beyond a turning moon rock;


but sailors understand

Divinity sets out from

the edges of dry land.

Tuesday 30 August 2011

Other People

Hey, let’s hit the theatre

and watch the crowd.

A constellation

of attention;

eyes away

upon the play.

Catch them, feel them, see.

Sunday 28 August 2011

Angry,

I write a word

in Black and White

then drop the black

and scribble red.


Spikily shaped,

my hand asserts hot fire;

avoids the mystery

of black’s inclusive colour.