first flowers
she re-arranges
her re-arrangement

rush hour...
two women embrace
then sign their goodbyes


[first published in Presence]

steel city sunset
looming on the skyline
anvils

Tinywords

I have joined the editorial team at Tinywords.

We are currently accepting submissions until 30 September for the next issue - see http://tinywords.com/submit/ for details.

DS

in the centre
of the merry-go-round
the fair-worker's scowl

in the middle of it all
- stuck -
her dodgem

Hello everybody, I thought it was about time to try my hand at a haibun. The fine details are still in my head, I just wanted to see if these pieces stand up...


cupped in her hands
a fairy -
spider's web thistledown


the mare's nostrils
seek their target
rising
from the pushchair
gentle chuckles

starlight
the silhouettes
of mountains


Hi! - just back from Croatia (again)

lost in thought -
a breeze I can't feel
glows the embers

blue skies
caught in each raindrop
an inverted cloud

flower after
         flower after
    flower
the intermittent bumble
of a bee

The other David Serj/geant

I have just found out that there is a poet by the name of David Sergeant (NB: not David Serjeant, because that's me). I have only had my name mis-printed once (amazingly) and that was in Magnapoets 5 - they spelt it with a 'g' and I thought "It'll be OK as I can't seriously be mistaken for anyone else, can I?" ...Can I?

He has a book as well.

my head a mess
my thoughts a mess
my mood a mess
my legs a mess
my fingers a mess
my balance a mess
my vision a mess
my senses a mess
my sleep a mess
my strength a mess

my life: MS



author's note: no doubt I will be expanding this one

the old badger
snarled in the nettles
hair and maggots

cracks in the brickwork
the foundation stone
as old as me

after a night ripped apart
by the quarrelling foxes
the dawn
soundless and soft
as the cockerel’s feathers

It would appear that I have been translated into Hungarian:

http://www.terebess.hu/haiku/serjeant.html

Tarkovsky polaroids

I recently rediscovered the polaroids by the film director Andrei Tarkovsky. I thought I'd share the link with you all because they're all so beautiful and appear somehow (along with his films) to belong to a parallel dimension (apologies for sounding pretentious).

Navigating the site isn't obvious, so click on the image to enter the site, click on an image to enlarge and the little rectangles at the top will take you from page to page.

Tarkovsky polaroids

I have just been to my daughter's school sports day...

the bean bag
perfectly
perched -
the outstretched arms
of the boy in last place

I recently appeared in Tinywords with the following two poems. If you missed them, here they are:

in
an old car
an old man and
an old dog

*

remission -
in the rear-view the crow
settles back on the roadkill


I get the feeling they have both appeared on this blog before, so apologies for repetition