Monthly Archives: January 2019

.red ribbons.

it was the bow that done it

confusing the issue

& the hair

gender equation

his tongue sprang out pink

his knees buckled

embarrassed by the tag

labelled annie

while all the while

he felt like a boy

these things / these things

yet when recovered stood proudly before us ears

pricked high

while the man laid the fire

taste the ash

..book..

there it is, underneath.

old black book,

word and image,

i made of you.

grandfather.

only realistically,

i suppose you are not, but

that is what we call you.

the black book is found,

will be shown around.

funny thing is, i talk like a sketch book now.

#request

you ask for a fantasy ,a challenge.

there is a house full of ideas, statements,

a house of dreams and nightmares.

i find it is your birthday today.

i have no zoom burst,
only this dodgy insect,
light and sound, is

pretty, i always
do my photo a day.

my htc wildfire
does not zoom,
tho once or twice,
has burst.

deleting his texts.

cold snap.

.big surprises.

.the drawing room.

slightly astonished at him using the word foreigners

he was surprised she was from finland ‘of all places’. spoke to her loudly

bent

near as if she was deaf. she spoke another language

&

she spoke english.

a country gentleman indeed. surprised they came packaged this way

the exterior smart

the interior needs changing.

.the coffee shop.

they were trucked to siberia before the war, were starved

then

the british government moved them to africa ; brought them to

wales as the war ended

refugees

a polish village

over coffee she mentioned that although her family were safe

she felt that

‘we’ should not allow any more

refugees in over

here

i am still

sadly surprised

the kitchen

whilst peeling the apple the radio plays

an interview with a wind rush lady

who also regrets our friends who come

here for better ways

saying they do not integrate these days

like she did

i will forever remain surprised

.fail in the cold.

the days of heaven gold

are coming to its end.

are we the children

of the fall, those of us

who dance in the leaves,

who fail in the cold or the

brashness of summer

**

read about the courage of others,

about the closing of doors,

against the rain and the wind

blowing.

read about the loss of brothers,

about the moving of house

escaping pain,and remember

these golden days of autumn.

going

**

read about the perfection

that never is, the quality that fades

in time, with crosses,

people’s minds.

read about the rain in the cwm,

that blinds and blinds,

and loses paths and footings

**

read about the days

in the old house

the days that are, and were,

and may come with dreams,

and fortitude.

read about it all, and i ask,

why do you read

here?

10.

10.
**( words and uncertainty)

i am a painter and decorator

with colour and words

the confectioner,

i like sweets, jelly rings.

i shall measure uncertainty, probably

..floods again..

:: floods ::

seemed to be the topic, yesterday.

watched the water creep, saw the water

seep.

into the cellar, under the door.

down the lane to see the water,

meet the boys from reading,

their kayaks and head held cameras,

only about £200.

“my battery went flat,

we fell in, swimmimg,

and we cannot say

betws i coed”

i can , and i can say mawddach.

i remember the flood of 2001.

. a few days ago.

a story nonetheless, as are others. i prefer tintin

with snowy a dog. this year you have not told me,

confided. i have the little things that could mean

much.

not about money, more about family. it may

be time you told them.

it is time to regrade

christmas

easier now he is older
he tells me what he wants

i buy it
plus
a surprise

simpler now i am older
i tell them what i will like

they buy it
plus a surprise