the robin came down as he cleared the ground,
all red chest, pretty eyes.
we discussed the earth, rich now, without
the stones. we could grow potatoes as they
did here in the war. i have the photograph.
these are fortunate times, while have disliked
the tuber since the flu struck.
there has been a lot of it this year here.
we plan a pretty little greenhouse, all white
with embellishments, red geraniums.
the robin watched, i am told he will like mealworms.
there may be positive thinking,
the day after the cleaning.
after all, one’s problems
aint so bad when we hear of others.
it was hoped the electricity
was off, seems they still
use it in bangor.
this is shocking.
is it really all about shopping?
i think it is more about friendship,
it may be said now, that
they do supply prawns.
small items for sewing and other notions.
ribbons wound carefully secured with a
nice topped pin, not the ordinary.
it should be so, or sew.
buttons in bottles, and jars,
safed for the occasion, with
occasional poppers, oft worded
press fasteners unlike hooks,
and eyes,known as hooks and eyes.
the word appears in chaucer’s
canterbury tales, appears here,
haber dashers have patron saints
just like all the other trades,
alongside worshipful companies.
at the mill , all is tidy now.
passed over by accident, the
thing occured naturally,
without clerics. without beatitude.
given by friendship, yet
piety slowly eroded.
they come now with learning,
holding large words, a different language.
the charm now gone,
perhaps they did not need it any more.
once again, it is said, that,
they speak latin.
a family name with two parts,
yet what it has to do with
guns , heaven knows.
there is a hotel designed
around that shape, apparently.
looks out to sea.
some times one wonders about the fuss,
and worry, when.
it is only a privet hedge.
the sun was out yesterday,
logs stacked, sticks sorted and tidied,
categorised in various piles, those
for keeping, some for disposal.
relocate the little bird house, robins
wait as does the cat nearbye.
in and out avoiding neighbours,
no time for chat.
finish the outdoor painting.
fall into bed early.
next morning the solar lights still
flashing, the sun shone all day.
it is just that some dislike
love poems, those the rhyme
all romantic. pretty though
some write of other
things, in a more
i like things private.
has hard winter come at last,
does one rhyme this, write icy
blast, or simply carry on
the usual way, he said it is progressive,
it is just the way we think.
early, clearing ashes, prepare
a fire with three pages, sticks and odd
ends of packaging. the better coal
with one small log does the trick.
the fire in the other room stays in
all night no problem, with a guard.
the fire officer came yesterday
to protect us in our beds.
today we wrap the winter
some say spring has come.
simple notes, there is much discussion now,
where the place used to be pure quiet
it seems to him that talking does not
get the job done. however gently balancing
wool, soft merino ,words fall . we have
many slight colours, no fading, only the physical
type nearer closing.
the writing helper, word count abound below,
while fingers fly. he says the words come
at other times, you know, he may be right.
we have a slight covering of snow this
it changed the shopping habits.
the medication aisle, opposite
hair products, held responsibility.
so this is written past tense,
when badges were awarded for bandage
folding, tied neatly round heel, supporting
the essential ankle, without that feet
would hang in space.
noting the itallics.
there were crepe, support, cotton
slings, all quite cheap, yet not as
free as rags.
the next shelf was tablets for aches
and belly hurts from eating stuff too much.
folk are proud of how they talk, while in the
and so they should be.