it’s crocuses


it’s crocuses  (  sesucorc s’ti  )

rain but not a drop of snow

thunder rumbles bonuses

shimmer sun & dry the rain

bursting birds of opuses

pigs within a brightened sky

eye & spy the notices

trotters jog a memory

fill the gaps as lotuses

jangle keys & scatter seeds

sesame & open this

seven seas & lemon trees

rosy dozy dosages

sing a song of sink or spring

fuzzes in the focuses

scribble this & lick a toad

box a frog - it's crocuses



the clattertrap


the clattertrap  (  partrettalc eht  )

a gong upon a golden dawn

as yeoman yoke & yokels yawn

a toad upon a roman road

the splatter of a natterjack

a scrap within the afternoon

as vicars kiss & lick the moon

& snails are chasing wraiths away

as maidens milk & pavements crack

a button in the kitchen sinks

a puddle bursts, an onion winks

& covens in the oven burn

the clattertrap - it sucks us back

a squawk upon a silver eve

as dragons snap & beetles heave

the done of squall as squall is dung

til bedfordshire & shit the sack



gooses step in boots


gooses step in boots  (  stoob ni pets sesoog  )

thunder rumbles drums

phantoms grey & fade

in amongst the dales

snails are on parade

slugs are trudging mud

silver trails of slime

yonder is a swan

cygnets ring & chime

pigs are flying by

finches flapping wings

pippets puff a pipe

ducks are plucking strings

weasels reel a jig

as the cockerels crow

coots are sporting wigs

horses snorting so

badgers slap a bass

adders snake a fist

murmurings of bees

buzzing in the mist

voles are in the head

buzzards strum the sun

eggs are springing legs

rivers on the run

snarks are on guitar

newts are tooting flutes

february is shoots

gooses step in boots

down into the town

underneath an arch

beats on cobbles streets

marching on til march


spotted on this morning’s walk


spotted on this morning’s walk  (  klaw s’gninrom siht no dettops  )

ten leopards a leaping

a speckled, freckled frog

three cheetahs in polka dots

a cow upon a hillock's brow

dalmatians & ladybirds

poltergeists with chickenpox

a hyena with a filthy rash

& a teenager with acne

squeezing in the mist

( underneath the sun  )


frost property


frost property  (  ytreporp storf  )

a yawn of fog & out the yard

the daze is dark, the moon is starred

as mountaineers

we face the blear

the puddles - rocks, the river's hard

the grass is stone - a crunch is heard

a groan of bone but not a bird

is hymning in

this misted dim

us idiots are undeterred

we slug a trudge - the dog & me

as winters limbs are doddery

when penguins prance

& mammoths dance

a rummage in frost property

as poets squawk of summer's gold

as circles churn - this song is old

a frozen roam

& then back home

the kettle calls - it's fuckin' cold