…
on the other side
of the hill that
r o l l s
like a granary bap
or a wholemeal
b l o o m e r
is another valley’s green
a new dream
t i c k e t
the odd smallholding
gritstone
b r i c k e d
but mostly more fields
& the drystone
w a l l s
the scattered woodland copses
where pheasants strut their
s t u f f
as the ewes baa back
at the oak tree’s
b a r k
& starlit badgers wonder what
life is like for us
b u m p k i n s
…
…
however
eccles cakes
however
clarinets
however
afternoon sun
however
the younger dryas
however
drystone walling
however
after eights
however
tudor neck frills
however
the phone kept buzzing
however
the aral sea
however
drayton manor park
however
the garden gate
– however, however, however
…
…
backwards barks again
a backdoor key
cartoon rudiments
cloven hoofed clover
a zoomorphic moon
with rain in between
an ache in my right leg
a lake in your left eye
the day became frogs
human cattle banging pots
remember the moos
& the chalkboards thank yous
& irk the normalz off
of a formless morning
on is reverse
we the scattered ash
& quercus quilled ink
still the unbecome
melted into fundaments
rearranged yesterday
grew a green tomorrow
ate baked magic
beans on toast for tea
with grated cheese on top
…
…
possibly, possibly
next weekend
possibly, possibly
a chimney sweep
possibly, possibly
an apricot
possibly, possibly
a pygmy goat
possibly, possibly
cheese & chutney sandwiches
possibly, possibly
a florist shop
possibly, possibly
unleaded petroleum
possibly, possibly
the evening news
possibly, possibly
he drives the night tram
possibly, possibly
she wore those shoes
possibly, possibly
in chapter ten
possibly, possibly
sulphur dioxide
possibly, possibly
a cotton bud container
possibly, possibly
a corby trouser press
possibly, possibly
the caspian sea
possibly, positively, possibly
probably
( ? )
…
…
only when you stop
do you spot the fog & see that
this mist is only
the holy hedgerow ghosts
on the footpath home
…
…
i’m strangely drawn in
like a cartoon you – but some
may say – that’s art, maaan
…
…
sat ‘ere unlike
a satyr – stroke –
some woodland god
one from the wilds
beyond us scrotes
…
…
although
the butler saw him last
although
it smells of pickled eggs
although
the sun rose quietly
although
the gob nextdoor misheard
although
the dinosaurs got bored
although
the eggless omelette vanished
although
the breeze turned left
although
chest down & stomach full
although
i was only breathing
although
the cloud came running
although
the wing commander fell
although
the post was late again
although
the poet’s plot was lost
although
the skeleton’s key was found
although
this toast is overdone
– although, although, although
…
…
reboot the shiny shoe
reinclude the kitchen sink
revamp dracula
rediscover plagiarism
rewrite the same old wrongs
…
…
behold
the chicken nuggets
behold
last wednesday week
behold
the bright red tulips
behold
the deep blue ceiling
behold
a cabin bed
behold
a can of tuna
behold
in chapter five
behold
the final corner
behold
on level twelve
behold
a chaffinch egg
behold
a golden labrador
behold
the first of many
– behold, behold behold
…
resarf poetry 