Saturday, 18 June 2022
Tuesday, 3 May 2022
Saturday, 26 February 2022
Slow to clear
There’s one light out there.
The fog isn’t yet what it may be.
Twice I lift and let fall my hand
pretending to sketch the pillared folds
of the curtains dropping clean
either side of the window.
I turn my head.
The room nudges up
its all but colourless angles.
It is dawn. It is morning.
It is no time. On the wall
is a painting of a boat
run up on nowhere sands
or granite Brittany.
Around the light switch
the plate snags a fugitive gleam
like the draff of riches.
I hear whistling cut from a body
in the murk. I hear the grizzle of motion
as an engine crests and sinks
below itself. The fog thickens.
The one light disappears. On the path
a cat stalks a single fetch of shadow
in hope that it has enough give.
It steps in and never was.
And now a single cry far out on that sea
could be the very world
unfastening its soul
rocking against the effort
then for all time still.
Friday, 21 January 2022
'Well, that's a great shame...'
'Sorry, Piglet, what is?'
'Penguin Awareness Day. We just missed it. January the twentieth.'
'Ah, well, never mind.'
'We could say we're early for next year.'
'I suppose...actually, what was that odd Penguin song they used to play?'
'Sorry, what song?'
'Oh, you know, "When you feel a little p-peckish, pick up a p-p-p-Penguin" or something.'
'Ah, now, I asked Owl about that.'
'And he said?'
'It's apparently a cancelled verse from "My Generation".'
'Ah, that would make sense--
"P-people try to p-pick us up"--'
'"Talkin' 'bout mah Hiberna-shun"--'
'"Like we wuz a store-bought p-pup"--'
'"Talkin' 'bout mah Hiber--"'
'Well that's quite enough of that. Still, it fits with that line, "Things they do look awful c-cold".'
'Of course. How penguins see all and sundry. Those freezing temperatures. It coats their eyeballs.'
'But I'm at a loss to know how you show Penguin Awareness.'
'Oh, well...possibly rush into a bunch of them and yell, "Am I surrounded by gerbils? I think not!".'
'Ah. Right. Is it, though?'
'Is it what?'
'A bunch? Of penguins?'
'Actually, no. When they're on land it's apparently a waddle, and when they're in the water, it's a raft.'
'Ah...well, sounds like a tall order, penguin-raft-rushing. Think I'll give it a miss.'
'Yes. Probably better to fly over them with a sign-writer: "Hello you non-gerbils! How's tricks? C-cold?".'
'Far better. And I don't think I'll p-pick one up, either. I mean, why would you?'
'Oh, you know...all night bar, lonely weekend, far from home, relationship just ended, in comes this penguin...'
'What are you talking about, Piglet?'
'I haven't the faintest idea...'
Monday, 29 November 2021
Tuesday, 2 November 2021
Sunday, 26 September 2021