28 December 2015

17 December 2015

photo archive
the ice skaters' grins
frozen in time


... upon seeing a picture of Torville and Dean skating on home "turf" in our record office

12 October 2015

10 October 2015

8 October 2015

7 October 2015

2 October 2015

"konichi wa"
the parrot's blank stare -
only fluent in English

29 September 2015

solid gold hits -
I wish the builders could be
California girls

26 August 2015

25 August 2015

24 August 2015

Uluru sunrise
tourists armed
with selfie sticks

zoo shop
green ants haul
a cockroach skyward





under serendipity
I find my surname
in the hotel phone book

(When you have a rare spelling of a rare surname, chance phone book trawling is a requisite pastime).

5 August 2015

clematis climbing
climbing through
the climbing rose


Off to Oz for a bit. See you next month.

31 July 2015

aimless whistling
he goes about
his tasks

beyond
the allotment
the observatory dome
(Chesterfield. Also next door to both is the Eyre Chapel, the oldest building in town. So you have the earth (allotment), the heavens (observatory) and heaven in close proximity).

7 July 2015

my old toy box
a plastic soldier
still fighting the war

(My Frogpond debut vol 38:2)

4 July 2015

fifteen Mississippi -
after the storm
the cockerels waking



25 June 2015

the resting cat's eyes
open a fraction ...
overhead swifts

15 June 2015

9 June 2015

As editor of Blithe Spirit I have set my readers a challenge for the next issue.

I want them to include a couple of poems inspired by encounters of a cultural nature. The idea was Ian Turner's originally, but I thought it might be interesting to see where it took people.

At the moment it seems that painting is the main inspiration.

Anyway, I've just written my contribution - by no means anywhere near the best. I was just flipping through my Cor van den Heuvel haiku anthology when the inspiration hit:


Hokusai bookmark
with every page
a tsunami



5 June 2015

4 June 2015

in the earth below
the old washing line
the glint of a sequin

or ...

old washing line
a sequin glitters
from the dirt beneath

2 June 2015

anti social behaviour -
all night the wind
kicks a can around





25 May 2015

20 May 2015

14 May 2015

posh suburb
the station rat slams
straight into my shoe


(Gospel Oak, mid nineties)

day off work
the telesales calls
never ending

5 May 2015

2 May 2015

22 April 2015

20 April 2015

allotment bolt-hole
the retired policeman
shares some advice

14 April 2015

10 April 2015

bouncing above
in the tractor cab
the farmer's shoulders

20 March 2015

finding
the monster
an MRI
zaps my head
into slices

(approximately 7 years since my MS diagnosis and 11 years since my first major relapse)

19 March 2015

9 March 2015

the village 'character'
chatting to everyone
her yawning dog


22 February 2015

war exhibition
the crawling toddler
has lost a shoe

(Weston Park Museum, Sheffield. 22 Feb 2015)

Sunday morning
the passing conversations
of joggers

12 February 2015

11 February 2015

feeling better she asks to die


It's eight and a half years since my mum died but these poems still pop up with some sort of regularity

24 January 2015

17 January 2015

minimalism - the gallery loo




First published in Blithe Spirit, I think, a year or two ago. Reminded of it today.

12 January 2015

2 January 2015

rough and ready haibun attempt

Living in Derbyshire, with two small kids, it's natural that I have a season ticket to my near neighbours, the Duke and Duchess of Devonshire's pad. It's literally within walking distance, as I proved a number of years ago in a twenty mile round trip across snowy moors.

For small children, it's an ideal day out. There's an adventure playground, trees to go exploring in, a petting zoo, a maze, a cascade to paddle in on hot days, the Emperor Fountain that shoots a single jet of water several stories into the air and countless hectares of Capability Brown imagined landscape. My personal favourite part of the grounds is the kitchen garden. As an allotmenteer, I like to compare the state of my crops with the banana pioneering Cavendish family's.

Highlights of the Chatsworth calendar include a yearly sculpture show, which can be a bit hit and miss, but never fails to rouse my interest. Artworks by Takashi Murakami (hit) and Damien Hirst (miss) have been showcased here in recent years.

Each Christmas the house is transformed into something magical. Last year the decorations were Narnia themed, this year it's Alice in Wonderland. No expense has been spared. Travelling down the corridors and terraces, you almost feel like you are falling down a rabbit hole. All the staff are dressed as playing cards.

Now, at the grand old age of ten, my eldest daughter has declared herself "bored" of Chatsworth. I have probably been visiting since I was her age and I can honestly say there's always something different to see or experience. Last year I found myself in unfamiliar surroundings with two older women, agreeing with the one who said "I've been coming here for fifty years and never knew this bit existed."

discovering
in the park's hidden corner
giant redwoods



matching socks
the long sigh
back to work

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