Sunday, 26 January 2014

Heron

























               Heron   

      Wing beat sloppy slow
      I watch a soft grey
        heron go
            gently over
                      my patio.

      With upright stance
      and spindly knees
        herons roost
          in high trees,
              harmoniously,
                   in heronries.

       When first light ruffles
      dove down morning dress
      they rise like wedding guests
      and go their separate ways,

           leaving little signs
          turned neatly round
              that simply say:

                Gone Fishing.
                    All day.




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Thursday, 9 January 2014

Oo look, a crossword!



"You write
short poems
because you
have a short
attention span"
she said.

I thought
she was
going to say
something else.

"No,
the readers
have short
attention spans.
I write
poetry
because
I have a short
something else".

I thought
she'd laugh.
But her
mind had
wandered.





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