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
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.
.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
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?
:: 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 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
