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Elemental

 

Elemental

Last month’s rain seeps through brickwork,
falls through nothing then splashes.

Woodsmoke snakes between boat and roof,
flattened by the tunnel.

Water churned by the propeller
bounces off two walls then settles.

The tiller’s oak is warm under my hand.
Every so often it shudders.

 

 

 

 

 

Coat-hanger

first of all – apologies – I have done this back to front – and I never knew that was how to spell coat-hanger

 

is where you will find the neatly folded navy blue nine to five
next to the colours that clash Saturdays
there is the waterproofed ready for any weather
and the all weather sorry to hear your news with a pocket for a handkerchief
here you will find the good enough for the garden
and the chance of returning one day to a time when

Jack the Dripper

He prefers to use sticks, trowels,
knives and dripping fluid.

The floor is his preference
so he can see it from all sides.

His body, gravity
and viscous flow of paint
create spirals, fractals
drips and splatters.

It is all encompassing.
There is nothing else.

He has no fear of changes
The painting has its own volatile life.

Much like his, that crashed
too soon with spurts of red.

Idealism

I wish the world was a better place
where no one died a violent death
or starved for want of basic food
or choked on a polluted breath.

I’d like to think there’s one solution
on which humanity could agree.
Will it be a revolution?
Tried it once; it’s not for me.

So, here I sit with good intentions,
now and then donating cash
that may just save a life or two
without embarking on the rash.

I wish the world was a better place;
I text a fiver with my phone
then sit and write a word or two,
thankful that I’m left alone.