Monthly Archives: October 2020

..the mole..

tourists come more at weekends

some in their campers and park

down by the bridge here and other

places elsewhere

and I hope

i am not repeating myself?

it gets busy in the lanes unlike out of season

busier this year due to the situation
people not going abroad to other

countries now

there are real bad reports about some campers
and warnings on social media about places

that are messed up, not to go there

yesterday as I passed a van early
could hear the snoring see

the windows steamed

so I go out early while all are asleep
and it is quiet apart from birds and


I saw a mole yesterday starting a burrow
by the path among the flowers

all my holidays got cancelled
and I do not mind for these

are covid days…..

..the fisherman..

she came running as always
older than me
her husband older
than her

he gets up on her return
does the times crossword
while she trains

i did not tell her
that I can do it too

a copy though not
so far as her


without special shoes more
like in my sandals

yes two pairs the same because
i buy the same each year so

i keep one pair for walking

the other for paddling and wading

he worries about his waders, hangs
them on the gate to dry

cuts the bramble in the lane
in case the rubber punctures

..some things..

it was so.

i am riding my bike up the drive only
and back
into the hall

the tourists come late in the week
to stay over and all gets busy in the


i am happy with it
and did some wavy bits

told him that things
do not have to be done
all in one go

so all is ready for monday

meanwhile the running
continues and though

initially I was one of the thirty percent
find I am not with mind control

yesterday my head was still full
of yesterday which is now the

day before yesterday

so much

my mind raced
and refused to sleep

i watched him reverse the tractor up
in the dark

and turned off the light james


bathe in pools
of darkling light

reflected above
fish below


to walk the wood on moss
to skirt the meadow for fear

of spoiling

care for small things

to be tired after it all
to sleep soundly


the day yesterday

..the photograph..

good to hear that all went well

and that all is ready

i miss my neighbours truck

parked out back

he is awaiting a part

so uses a tractor now

reverses it way back up the lane

dislodging stones in the wall and track

grooving the ground

i get more grip while walking up
tried running it yesterday

for fun


at the sight of me

stopped at the slow worm
cut short by the tail

quickly gone

googled running and found I did it right

and am in the thirty percent

he has a bike too in the cellar
and a motorbike kept over the way
at his cousins

there is a good family likeness

.second hand bike.

a quick run down on the day

is that all are temporary measures
temporary structures
and collage

so we can move things about

change things as we like

it gives a freedom

you know about the bike
yet do you know about the perfect red?

i mentioned yours in relation to this

the rose is propped against it’s dangling

the stones are placed ready

i have a plan that leaves me scared and thrilled

and even that I know
will fade

like a skin transfer

when we were kids we got those leaves
pressed to skin

when rubbed left a mark

a while

sometimes while walking i note the aroma

in the air

.party dress.

yesterday lunchtime time this wind blew in
across the mountain

i watched

stood barefoot
heard the thunder

others waited

it came and he saw the lightning hit

not too severe. elsewhere

there was flooding

we had talked about my cousin and
her dresses I was given, to be taken

away by mum who said they did not suit

he said I could have some now made for me especially


all that was bashed out of me
so I am not that girl no more

all new and unknowing

am not sure of the word innocent

nor like words elderly and the other one


i bought a second hand bike yesterday
via facebook marketplace . my hair is


and I don’t care

..the jug..

white with red is cool and dramatic

he came by yesterday
his tyres were fat and I smiled

she said they were purposed for snowy terrain

there was none of that here

it was hot

and the birds sang different

i feel

or is it the space

feels special

things start to relate
what needs to be done next

and now I listen

my brother phoned
the one who refuses to talk of the past

talked of the past as always again

talked of days out with granny and why

her strictures ?

suddenly I understood

she was scared too.

my granny


proved hot yesterday

by the time I had walked and cut the grass
i came very damp

changed into thin cotton
pale blue with flowers
of summer

and drew quietly

my thing

while she also
at her house
drew pastel clouds

i sent photographs
for inspiration yet

continued to draw

the brave creature

seemed a long languid day
full of tidyness and thought

things bit. left red bumps
tried my hair back and stared
in the mirror james at all

that has happened.