(On seeing Umberto Boccioni's 1911 painting 'States of Mind-The Farewells')
Couples kiss in khaki shadows,
cascading into carriages' cavernous mouths.... more »
throbbing, cracking; ... more »
Contrasts In Snowfall
sixpoint star nestling
in long red hair at bus stop:... more »
Damn The Fence!
My spirit paces like a captive bear,
set limits by a fence of tempered steel,
that with its shadows marks its deadening seal
on concrete ground that passes for my lair.... more »
The tide comes higher, smoothing out the shore.
It crumbles shell-capped fortresses with ease;
the past day's footprints, scrawled obscenities
and lovers' names are lost for evermore.... more »
The fridge sits purring happily
in the corner of my kitchen,
house-trained even.... more »
Edward Bear Addresses The New Toys On Christmas Night
This is the best advice you're going to get.
I hope you have a long and happy stay.
Just hug above the waist: that nappy's wet.... more »
Elevenses In Paris
My lips for now must be content to taste
the fresh squeezed lemon juice you recommend.
They will meet yours again quite soon, but now
you sketch; I watch the world and take a sip.... more »
Three photos in an black-paper album:
the schoolboy (sharp) in the family group,
the youth (blurred) playing tennis,
the student (faded) on the bridge;... more »
Prisoner and escort
glide into the rooftop station,
as train wheels screech
with sympathy against the check-rails.... more »
From A Painting By Hans Holbein: Portrait Of Anna Meyer (C.1526)
What have they done to you, Anna Meyer?
Dispirited eyes focus on the floor.
Cloth carapace binds your torso... more »
Give & Take
You had everything: the looks,
the brains, the personality,
and dared to say I completed you,
filled the space you had inside.... more »
God Is A Verb
God is a verb, not a noun:
'I am who I am,
I will be who I will be.'... more »
Good Dog, Bad Dog
Why is it when I'm doing what dogs do,
what dogs are designed to do,
then I'm a Bad Dog?... more »
Into the warm, inviting yellow
twists a brush loaded with blue.
the shades swirl round each other,... more »
Harwich For The Continent...
Like a gaggle of bag-ladies,
slow yellow-grey rainclouds
stagger inland and,
as if they can'tholditanylonger,... more »
Honey Bob And The Whale
The battery-powered pump wheezes life
into the black and white plastic carcass
and the killer whale takes shape, but slowly,
giving me time to look around, particularly... more »
How To End A Dinner Party
Give your hamster an Alka-Seltzer to pouch
and convince everyone he's got rabies.
Excuse yourself to go to the bathroom,... more »
Hue & Cry
Prussian, powder, ultramarine,
cerulean and idanthrene,
turquoise, navy, duck egg, royal,... more »
a Red Admiral without a fleet,
a Painted Lady out of lippy,... more »
In The Dim Sum Restaurant
How dim are the dim sum?
Are they just dim at sums
so those who fail their maths exam... more »
He must have been nervous waiting at the church.
She'd got through two husbands already:
the first stabbed himself with his pitchfork,
a careless yet difficult achievement;... more »
A father gives up his only child to die,
the son of a whore seals his daughter's virginity.
She dies intact, burnt as an offering
to the one in whose image she is made.... more »
After all these years
will I recognise you now?
You burst through the crowd,
this stranger, my flesh and blood,... more »
The census: successful Southport spinster,
nursing sister, touching 40.
The inheritance: left by your aunt
let down by her lover,... more »