Monthly Archives: December 2017


. 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.




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.


it has been a cold few days

thus far



i don’t rhyme much

there is nothing found for jolly

which obviously rhymes with


a festive prompt


that word will not cut these


slightly dickens

alcoholic flavours


other things

i have heard that

he lives round the corner


i don’t do rhyme



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…

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sorry, did you say george?

he is here with me
saved from the boot sale
at five pence only

look under his dress
he is a hero

or did you say gorge
where we lean over in fear
up over the pass

we have overslept
the forecast snow

leave george



if i were to explain

i may start with the bathroom
large panelled white
a geyser with gasp, gas there


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

we told no one



.something told her.


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

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…