~
this thing called spring ( gnirps dellac gniht siht )
…
dawn of the fawn
a turn for the vernal
after stagnation
pan’s regeneration
leaf relief
falcon feathered freyja
slays snowmen
stirring sleeping serpents
crocus pocus time
summer’s budding prequel
autumn’s twin cousin
born in reverse
christs on their bicycles
where the air is hare
winter’s avalon
unsprung before
& sprang when it’s gone
…
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dogfish ( hsifgod )
…
pooch of salted blue
walkies underwater with
a shark with a bark
…
( author notes )
technically the dogfish
is a member of the shark family
or so they say
hence the last line
( thanks as ever for reading )
…
~
catfish ( hsiftac )
…
pussy of the deep
purring beneath the surface
( nine aquatic lives )
…
~
peter panspermia ( aimrepsnap retep )
…
foghorning forms
in the mizzle’s mist
twisting like a plot
on a morning plod
scrawl was never lost
potter in the frost
quizzical in crisp
antlers on a postcard
particles of light
parsonages, parsnips
sixteen down
a soldier in a gown
bluebells too
musical, this interlude
dot them dots
sings a fat bastard robin
moons on the rise like
flats or balloons
spies the eye in me
on this cosmic egg
space is shaping we
time is tea & crumpets
buttercups blow like
little yellow trumpets
…
~
mnemonic transition ( noitisnart cinomenm )
…
richard of york
gave battle in vain
so became
a rainbow
…
~
a pen as a paddle ( elddap a sa nep a
…
a quest in a question
a quivering bow
the nadgers of badgers
a blithering flow
a ripple, a river
a rabbit, a hare
a ponder of yonder
the over in there
the answer is antlers
a staggering stag
the moon is retreating
& waving a flag
the sooner in later
is opening doors
a tisket, a biscuit
a tusking of boars
the scramble is egging
a cracking of chick
if easter is wester
in tockings of tick
the kettle is settled
the storm’s in the tea
the morning is forming
a puzzle in me
a pen as a paddle
a sword & a sun
a puddle of piddle
a bubble, a gun
the riddle is rubber
a cock of a hen
the rest is the scribbles
of mizzle in men
…
~
adventures in technicolour ( ruolocinhcet ni serutnevda )
…
ride a white swansong
dance a red rumba
jump a green beanbag
ring a brown cowbell
sink a pink potshot
catch a gold sunbeam
grab a puce pew with
silverfish fingers
warble bronze broadsides
as the teal duck quacks
echo in yellow
have a mauve moment
orange on rhymeless
cataracts swirling
purple like patchwork
on a grey daydream
in a black catnap
’til the blues adieu
…
( author notes )
never wear light sandy corduroys after dark
they look like skin
& then the bullshit flows
…
~
target audience ( ecneidua tegrat )
…
trampolinists
with vertigo
& motion sickness
lollipop ladies
with two glass eyes
& narcolepsy
fellow subscribers
of fillipino welder
& eskimo tea lady monthly
minstrels ‘n’ nymphs
fit nuns & ninjas
( even if they’re ginger )
village weirdos
with hairy palms
who talk to the faerie folk
those who dance the blues
in dyspraxia shoes
& mermaids with barnacle beards
hardcore insomniacs
with bags beneath bags
who spot the shooting stars
snarks on the park
pissing in the dark
as the normalzzz snore
plodders of the leas
not those n.p.c’s
with their woe is me poetry
all the non-bots
who see beyond the gaps
of the dot-dot-dots
…
~
really nearly ( ylraen yllaer )
…
like a centipede
hobbles so the homeward stretch
with ninety nine legs
…
~
eat my gemini dust(s) ( (s)tsud inimeg ym tae )
…
where the air’s a dream
pairing under mercury
we the me in team
…
resarf poetry 