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