Snowdrops

The Fair Maids of February

Have joined us now

Let us climb the church towers

And welcome the Spring

Journey to the Stars

Last night as I was travelling home

I paused for a while and looked at the bright stars

In the cold night sky

For a brief moment I thought I was floating

In the vacancy between these jewels

And felt a sense of complete happiness

 

In Praise of Caron’s Lower Back

Quite often I rest my head on Caron’s lower back

I visit the shallow area just above her bottom

It is a remote and silent place

Where I can enjoy her geography without interruption

 

Hungerford at Dawn (Mid-February)

The eastern sky is quite bright with small torn clouds floating aimlessly within its display

Hungerford is still shrouded in darkness with only the faces of the town clock providing any illumination

The cold season is far from spent with bitter winds expected

But one can feel the mysteries of the warmer days hanging in the rigid air

 

Peacocks Com Zero

Is there a vacancy in that square

Billy stared through the tinted train window

It was still dark and he turned to his friend and asked

How much is that bird Sulliman

In her attic room the waitress wake stood in front of her mother’s star

Look look at the boats on the ragged canal

That is where the wretched wrobins wreign

They are meant to be empty at this time of year

Sulliman, Sulliman where is the pool

If you answer correctly then I will buy you a school

Of birds

Backlit

Brown

The night was slipping away and the skies were beginning to brighten

Billy looked at the overhead wires that powered the electric trains on their journeys into Christo Dom and wondered what Stone Age man would have made of it all

 

Peacocks Play Zed

He cannot say yes to a no question

She cannot say no to a yes question

Peacocks play

Peacocks play

Peacocks play dead