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 →

Aware

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 →

Chiffchaff

There was a wee bird known to migrate Who came back on his usual March date To people in lockdown, All lonely and housebound While he chiffed and chaffed for a spring mate.

Adder

Adder, adder, tremor of dreams Fork in the quilt Rush of a sting through signalling blood What brings you out in this laid bare light? Where burning blushes Ripen the skin And sheet stripped eyes stare open, Medusa. Charged like a whip Which brings down the bull Adder, adder stay under cover Where shame keeps... Continue Reading →

Disarmoured

The sand which cast the termites out Marked the drag of a scaly myth, Trailing into thick, low tangle 'A pangolin! A pangolin!' We cried, Jolting at its heels! Plated like a Legion Soldier It rolled up tight into a ball. While spearing eyes poke the armour For face, for nose, or eye! But special... Continue Reading →

White hare in a brown world

In the snowless winter The snow hare hunkers down In a kink near some heather Or a covering of rock. Either way it won’t be known As cotton blends with ash, or a snowflake tickles your nose Or a marshmallow bobs in a hot chocolate glass

The Youth of Today

Indifference. Irresponsibility. Ignorance. Just 3 brushes that teenagers are probably quite used to being tarnished then beaten with. Well not these ones. I have the honour of teaching the young writer below and 2 other advocates for action against climate change who decided to forge a bond for strike action in Coventry.  It offers me... Continue Reading →

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