haiku. ice. writer's block.

I'll have to find another way into the field until the thaw

beneath an ice coat -
immobile, imagining
warmth and open fields











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Poetry. Snowdrops. Radio

Here is a link the Jason Mohammad radio programme on Radio Wales for last Friday, 22nd February. At the beginning of the programme I talked to Jason about snowdrops, and read my poem At Last, which celebrates snowdrops and the ending of winter.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b01qsqxy

Here's the poem, it's from a collection called Garden Seasons.

No stopping it
as buds swell and soften
the silhouettes of trees

No stopping it
as the birds sing
of each day lasting a little longer

No stopping it
as the air, though cold and grey
now tastes fresh and new

No stopping it
the Spring at last,
and the garden is waking

Frost can grip the soil
but snowdrops burst through

Nothing holds them back,
those first small drops
in the great spring flood that
sweeps away the winter

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Winter. Haiku, Cold

Dealing with loss 2

              I have been looking for a way to present haiku, and feel that a lino cut image might be it.

Written in the Sand

Here's my haiku, written at Ferryside.


tide turns -
each day swept clean,
the sand remembers

 I love writing in the sand for lots of reasons, not least because when the tide comes in, the writing is swept away and the poem is gone.

I also like photographing writing in the sand, as it's not possible to stand tall enough to make a clear image.

My words flowed out into the sea.

Found Alphabet. Number Two. The letter T

Here is a very beautiful letter T, the second letter I have discovered for my Found Alphabet.
The first letter, A, I posted on 20.3.12.
This Found Alphabet project is going to take some time!

This letter discovered on the beach at Ferryside, West Wales.

Autumn haiku

                                                 The pears are ripe now -
                                                 Each curve recalling blossom,
                                                 Summer sunshine, rain

Dealing with loss

Cecilie's garden ornament

at ease by my pond -
sunlight and shaded green,
a new home, absence

looking at trees

the sun broke though
heavy grey clouds
and then
winter branches were
alive against the sky,

the ivy wrapped round them
glowed green and vital,

it was a beautiful day
to sit on a wall
and wait

Autumn into Winter

autumn tree -
red leaves discarded
shrugging off the year

Trouble with Squirrels

Do squirrels hibernate? I hope so. Did you know Squirrel Nutkin's brother was called Twinkleberry? Perhaps that's why they are so cross.

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nuts

 fixed with furious eyes

too angry to blink

straight backed

tail quivering with rage

screeching and screaming

before rushing away.

I’ve been threatened by three of them now

and in the same manner,

 one squirrel on a garden wall

 one on a forest branch

 one in the tree outside my room

wet through

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 raindrops

what if they were words,

vocabulary from clouds

soaking your skin,

sliding off your coat as it dried,

whispering onto the kitchen floor,

 there’s still a few stuck

in the seal of the fridge door.

a storm might bring you

a whole story,

beginning middle end

if you stood and waited,

     imagine 

                          uncertain

  I feel as

                    happily ever

                                        omelette

Cats as household gods

                                  Cats go their own way, and aren't really very reliable.

                                       Here are two short verses about cats from mythology. 
                                               I always felt a little sorry for Freya.


Freya                                                                    Bastet
oh, imagine the                                                     gentle, domestic,
inconvenience of a                                                protecting the house from mice
chariot drawn by cats                                            by crunching them up -->

2011 the year of cake

 recipes

 more cake than you can imagine

I am imagining lots

I am imagining a crumb

hey – put it on a plate and sing it a song

find another crumb and they can fall in love

and perhaps one day you’ll find a 

cookie on the plate

or a slice of cake