Sunday, 3 May 2015
They look like igloos, these cakes,
affected by global warming.
Too much milk in the icing,
too insipid for pepper
mint - choc -chip.
So many dishes!
Feet stuck to the floor...
I've known quieter velcro,
less effective too.
And here's me,
one step ahead in apron and slippers
till some c**t left the mop out in the rain...
Sunday, 26 April 2015
Beech trees in the park, not yet copper,
raise a branch to prod the sun,
finger-like ends less arthritic than in winter
Down by the crossing, cheery blossom waves
the road ahead clear;
sculptured views past lawns and hedges, potted palms
take a sudden, sharp descent to the ancient town
Even the stump of the monkey-puzzle tree
offers no solution
to rust-coated railings, crumbling walls,
shadows sliced long and dark
as the weeds growing up.