Morning Routines

My head tilts like wobbly shelves, yours ~ just floats ~ My bed is tossed on crumpled sheets, yours ~ is barely creased ~ I glare at my chin to scrape it blood dry, while your ~ feathers are placed, ~ feathers cross feathers ~ preened for preening’s sake ~ Avoiding ripples where ripples can... Continue Reading →

Sea Monster

Nature seems dead Sulphurous waves spray against black rocks, Solitary stones, standing against a pale white sky But one that lives in silence has haste to slip by Gliding through the rumble like pink oil It reaches the battered shore, Godzilla hand scaling the rocks To rise up from the cauldron froth And slide its... Continue Reading →


2 chicks tread a bare line in darkness, Puffs of dust waiting in the nebula For the spark of another The one who spins from the heat A purple, glittering gas with X ray feathers that beat Fumbling over the first, beak Locked like a missile for the second Target, a growing, reactive star. Mum... Continue Reading →

Faith in the church yard

Like an anchored vessel, The old church mast creaks in the wind The sun on its stern, Blots the pews So as your black eyes flash From the sea of ivy A new faith arises, a float of flightless feathers, Hungry in a harbour fog But brain enough to know Who is shipping the goods... Continue Reading →

The weight of song

A bypass is no place for a bird Lighter than a pound’s diminutive mint   It’s feet are tiny tender hooks Grappling a cable’s scratchy climb But when it’s time to sing its tune No tarmac clatter jars its breath No drill of builders’ Liebher Rig Wrecks its urge to crank its song Trembling feathers, rattling... Continue Reading →

Spirit of the suburbs

A world discarded when daylight drops Lines its edges for little feet to patter past the locked-up lawns Guarded by the ribs of gates, till down a bare-bone barricade a Broken  brick lets him slip and in he comes to find a dish... (a mosaic tribute filled to drink,,,) While in the porch light blushing... Continue Reading →

Mad about very local March hares

Getting more than I bargained for on the fringes of suburban Coventry Living in a post-industrial city not exactly renowned for its abundance of wildlife, getting a nature fix usually involves hopping in the car to reach reserves which have a reputation for attracting my target species of the month. With it getting into mid-March I... Continue Reading →


Dawn is drab~ Since night’s dealings of daylight’s doubts~ Left a murky, lead air to~ Hold out the light,~ Leaving sleepers dumb and wakers faint in a fog~ But somewhere in a field, something’s eyes are~ Awake.~ Somewhere in a field, they~ Wobble, glimmer, reflect from~ All Angles.~ Somewhere in a field something slept on... Continue Reading →

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