mill wall
the brick
with my name

a periscope planet
navigates the night
deepest slumber

locked into slots
at the village school
a line of colourful scooters

into the stillness
of the winter depths
all the spent lives

helicopter crash
the human chain
edges in

wind on the fell
clinging to the river bank
a row of alders

Cenotaph
a plane tree leaf falling
on a muffled drum

bass-string harmonic ...
    a bluebottle glancing
          off the windowpane

the vicar unfolds
his wedding umbrella
cherry blossom rain

wild child
wild cyclamen grows
     around her grave

blood-crazed 
a mosquito 
carries my life away 

ice-tipped furze . . .
a sea wind brings goldcrests
on their own wings

a last cigarette –
gazing at the yellowed star		
that’s really Venus

summer wind—
two old ladies
prop each other up

just me
being trimmed
I ask if they're busy

passing unmarked
another wave
on the shore

snow in the air –
my bones argue
among themselves

when the wind drops
over Whalebone Marsh:					
harmonised bleats

intimate with daemons I embrace the night

women’s clinic
the sisterhood of
identical cotton gowns

wayside yawn ...
   a pinch of lavender 
            clears the head

October sun
a ladybird restlessly probes
the window's edge

over the wall
of the private club
a tennis ball escapes

First nativity
only one puffin
twirls in the dance

between flickers
of recognition
shadow play

whips of wind
the mole catcher's coat
flaps with the crows

string quartet
a small spider's legs flex
with all their might

trying to make sense of it
geometric patterns
in the carpet

from the train...
through thick fog a drift
of birds on the wing

morning sun ~
beating against the hearth rug
a Clouded Yellow

     A sleepless night—
ashamed of my idle dreams
    full of desires