Monthly Archives: February 2020

.black pullover.

liking jazz should listen more
maybe google will help me
in that respect

remember those days dancing
at least wednesdays & fridays
with a bit of luck after payday
saturday too
with the new pullover
bought from the men’s

the fashion had not then
entered the overall market

maybe we came ahead of our time
without understanding all the

i got thinner
& lost my job
for dressing funny

that was before the laws
changed. i disliked the

it smelled funny
and now i know why he
always sent me to the store
upstairs to work where no one
saw me

the other girl dressed like all the others

it seemed i dressed funny

& danced to jazz
particularly well to
i felt

as not many even tried

those days

oh really
oh really

.the critique.

i feel i cannot get involved
give remarks. i know when
something gets me. embeds
a while

after a moment of reflection
say ‘bravo’

all the chat and critique
will only spoil that spot
for me

i reply to you for i like the
simple passing to and fro
with understanding

the talk on heating & coyotes

what good is all the bashing for


i must say that i take most remarks

on board &
as a compliment
that someone read
and bothered

i got bashed for not reading
yet i do that too when i am

hugging may be more productive
oh really

later the chimney sweep comes
to sweep the chimney

.the rainbow.

it came as a badge on a card so pretty.

the rainbow

do you believe those stories like some

invented to keep us calm, in our place

there is a lot of stuff in genesis that i

could have copied and pasted here

yet i will rather say that all things are

on a spectrum

of colours & ideas

nothing is one colour only, as decided

in invented rules. for we are all different

& use the rainbow as a symbol to remind

folk and to bring us together in time


he liked the badge


this thing

out of shyness

& that no one will respect any thing serious

from me while i am outside

that is where i feel to be

i notice that i stood a space away

and drawn in will joke & play

hoping to look happy that

all will like me

having been a dancer

taught to smile


to carry on

then a waitress

taught to smile

to carry on whatever

never serious

do not make that mistake

show them who you really



the joker has ten nominations

really oh really!!

. google assistant .

oral commands work sometimes


another time it does not

i tried talking to the light

yet no one answered as nothing is set

in that respect


at jamaica inn those days

they had no alexa

only servants to do

the deeds & random chores

no promise of an answer for and of


encyclopaedias in between

with the surprise

of spelling it right

i feel

i forget what the other word was


with no snow here

there are no tracks

like you see


i notice scratchings

around the sprouting

bulbs and smile

it does not matter which i prefer

flowers or creatures for the choice

is not mine

there are also little holes

here and there .the hope

is all are snug

i too have a break soon

to be quiet

with company

talking is ok yet we let

too much free. things

we felt were precious and particular

and are judged thereby

when i said i do not care

what they think, i think

that is true

after all we mostly do not know

what they think anyhows, only

what they say

then that can be lies

we do not have coyotes


..the stag..

learned sadly that the neighbour

the other side of the village hunts with

dogs. the hounds are handsome yet he

said they stink, i wondered why he did not

bathe them

and thought that hunting innocent things should be a crime .


..the wren..

was invited to be a member
of a group named
around the world on social

media and find that many
are unuits
just like you

i have brought the tree
indoors then

went hunting the wren
and found it up by nannau

though had i sat quietly
by the house i will have
seen one there

perhaps i just wanted the exercise
with the air being clear and clean a

.the trees.

i am warm
i am fortunate

someone came last evening
rang the door bell

the battery is going & it

the doors were shut as were
the curtains

i hid
it was after the cut off

this time is mine

so today we have the solstice
we look back, we look forward

we think of all the work they have done
all they have achieved this year and am
proud of them


i feel my life is a dawdle
no fingers to the bone
no more

she asked where it all came from.

i do not know
i replied

yet i saw the trees brought inside as natural
and i wondered

.cold on tug hill.

i tap the block of ice to hope for a reply
to dread that you are inside


not by the fire thawing or in a warm bed


an icicle from your nose
drip down your pyjamas
traditional with stripes

in the holiday cottage
there are floral duvet covers
with frilled edges in abundance

i ask who is staying there, she says
contractors. i imagine them in fancy
flannel nighties and smile widely

of couse this is not true, just a thought
which stayed some time and folk
wondered at my happy countenance
not knowing i made it all myself

not so cold here and while the mill day
ends with fiddling locks in the black &
up over the mountains darkly, i find
that the next times we are let go early

then january break
to ponder our next move

while watching

here in my house we will
remain personally european.