. amour .
( inspiired by the harlech fiim society )
a quiet day, coffee in the square,
some light shopping, a nap.
the evening at the cinema.
it was a french film.
sbm.
Monthly Archives: December 2017
the inheritance
.survival.
thus far
now there are three
one fainted behind the old post office
was rehomed.
two creep the kitchen hungry
i can smell them early
we worried over the fourth to hear it has gone
a sad reversal.
they were clearing the graveyard
ran scared
not buried.
mourned
it has been a cold few days
thus far
sbm.
i don’t rhyme much
snow day
leaned by the window cold / thought that if snow falls it may land /if trees grow it may be up /if we all plant seeds they may be food
rift winter days curtains dragged across the gloom early
yet while light lingers we wander to the snow hear the last bird call
snow or heavy rain dark the days are the evenings darker
forecasts bring gloom and panic then are cancelled minutes later the phone kicks off
ice is predicted / mountains white
my snow day
much of the time is spent with this or other things which pass the day nicely
linen threads hang heavy / needles preserved / small holes ready…
.gorge.
if i were to explain
i may start with the bathroom
large panelled white
a geyser with gasp, gas there
was
plenty of soap/more in store
no charge
lock and bolt the door for quiet & solitude
not much changes then
talk your self to sleep
upper rooms where no
one hears
she seemed brave/ an opposite
to me/maybe/maybe she was hiding
too
we told no one
sbm.
.something told her.
someone
i should not have gone
we had to call her auntie
no blood relation
we sat with her for tea
cross legged.
i shared a room with Catherine, (it may have been K I forget) so long ago
we were at the top of the house off the landing before the staff quarters – the
uncles,the aunties
Cath was older, brave and treacherous
i liked her yet felt the others didn’t
a bad influence
we went out on the chain ferry across to the beach
all sun sea gulls and possibilities
day of freedom
on return that auntie shouted i should not have gone, screamed and shouted from the stairs shouted
spoiled our lovely day
Cath left the home soon after, they found her a flat
i missed her
i visited her
it continued with escapes in the bathroom
the door locked
wished i went with Catherine
i think of you often
milton road
short poem christmas shopping
bus stop challenge
three people at bus stop
names in order of arrival
hash tag raining
open brackets
the commercial, blaenau
close brackets
2. is this the bus stop?
1.yes it is
2. is the bus due?
1. yes it is
2. have you been waiting long?
1. no not really
3. hello is this the bus stop?
is the bus due?
2+1. yes
4. etc…
