…
horned like the morning
striding on crunches
cornflake flooring
feet twig beneath
us two fools
in matching green cagoules
seeking a glimpse
of the nymphs or sasquatch
once grey rooftops
gave way to cloaked oak
there where the elfin
cracks us up like popcorn
robin hood’s hood
the lord of misrule’s old skool
in this cosmic copse
in his leafen universe
…
…
hayfever, hatstands
the golden horde or frogspawn
nor haley’s comet
…
…
atomic number twenty
the fifth most abundant
element on earth
as seen in limestone
gypsum or chalk
oh, builder of bone
you’re two ninety nine
for thirty tablets
in boots
…
( author notes )
boots is a shop
in case you’ve never heard of them
…
…
undone in tongue
cloudy lemonade sky
ten past parsnips
when clocks then
orange squash with ice
ten mile amble
poundland socks
athlete’s foot spa
pepperoni possibly
pizza the puzzle
backdoor quiche
a flan in your back yard
marmite prevailed
garamond letterheads
table tennis elbow
six willow warblers
…
…
cornflakes & quarter moons
but first a second guess
a golden labrador mat
fifteen across
milk chocolate teapots
seven down now, please
plus the loopholes in your
orthopaedic shoelaces
& those gobby mute swans
…
…
unbroken toes
velcro on both elbows
so the odd is off
greener than grass
yesterday’s grey sky
is stuck in the pantry
try diagonal
reallign us right
less trodden footpaths
those beyond the crossroads
the phantom first of many
last quarter moons
afternoons & mud baths
fruit bats & musical
obtuse interludes
beckon like cornflakes
or a flaming moth
& other plasma pals
risen is the oak
the birch is still a burk
pour more coffee
…
…
stagnant stags standing
statuesque the stillness
uncracked eggshells
~
then when before
that-a-way’s odd socks
& hot chocolate sachets
~
music is the muse
of your long lost uncle
let the hedgehogs fly
~
super glue the curvature
unarrange the furniture
& lick a puddle’s ripples
~
die each dream
the tangible’s a trickster
tangled in brambles
~
the moon is out tune
all the chords sound cool now
owls agree with we
~
us, the toffee suckers
under twilights treeline
badgering dawn
…
…
he smells of tuesday afternoons
& friday morning fog
he speaks fluent squirrel
& hedgehog with an accent
i’ve yet to see him levitate
or dance the macarena
he sleeps in the coal shed
& eats all the cobwebs
…
…
april, april
a fool in a cagoule
here beneath the clear blue
april, april
a plateful of mash
with red onion gravy
april, april
a gnome with a big nose
is kissing your tulips
april, april
a temporary bus stop
& half a tube of voltarol
april, april
the blossom on the breeze
is snowing white petals
april, april
another lamb sprang
then the west wind sang
april, april
a fool in a cloudburst
without a waterproof
…
…
tattoos will never make
anyone more interesting
if anything
the opposite is true
i stay well away from
people who watch t.v
none of my few friends have
personalised number plates
…
resarf poetry 