at first they were grazing in the greensward of the vale then further plus gradient over that dale later somehow they managed to acquire passports many sights their eyes saw on their extensive world tour then apparently they went all over the place they plodded through time they ambled through space yes throughout existence with a moo they didst roam but in last night's omen the cows came home forever ...
Story
february’s feathery
tongues are furry waves are wavy sheep are sheepish justice scaly palms are hairy all of 'em every september's a member but february's feathery ...
the poetry
pen check pad check all hands on deck ink check Petr Čech treaty Utrecht Quebec Aztec discotheque chicken neck madness cay sera add words et voila ...
night smells
something's cooking something smells good & so the tummy rumbles as i thought it would something's burning charry whiffs now alarming aromatics find the source somehow then something's leaking - d'you smell gas? it's somewhere in this darkness light a candle with a match ...
scrawling stuff
scrawlings in black ink on hands & exposed skin reminders shopping lists random words whims symbols protection secret jokes nudges soapy water smeary now traces smudges ...
grey matters
bits of whitsuns daydreams shaving cream intermittent. lettuces madrigal clavicle crevices. code abuse stagger quagga overviews. energies lemon trees premises memories ...
easter card list
cauliflowers heather collecting feathers eleanor of aquitaine thorpe cloud turin shroud apple pips wednesdays mismanaged antelopes hauntings artichokes marzipan envelopes ...
always gorse
there's always magic meadows the hedgerows rabbits & hares mountain & brown this valley forever in any weather & then of course there's always gorse ...
24 owls
yes some are blatantly secretly flemish whilst others hobble-plod like that 3-legged dog which you pass some mornings or occasional evenings some supplicate cress some cling to the ceiling the darker ones they're hell folk they're born with 13 elbows further some last a second some stay for the week then some have swollen glands & others wandering hands - yes every day's unique ...
pillar of the community
i'm a pillar of the community the council named a bus stop after me to honour my extensive good r.e local charities then in 2012 a special luncheon was held where the mayor shook my hand - DON'T YOU KNOW WHO I AM? ...
resarf poetry 