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Grey waves roll above

A slow shifting, fracturing

Shafts of light plunge through

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yellowed autumn light

falling through leaves; flickering

circles on the wall

10.9.16

191

abandoned chapel,

airless, hushed; on the altar

two candles burn low

25.8.16

190

daybreak's shadows slide;

just-revealed, the fragile dew

glitters as I pass

24.8.16

Like 127, but without the silly final line

189

As the summer leaves

Flicker, spiral slowly down

Caught green in sunlight

11.8.16

188

two trees, stark and still

divorced, all drained of colour

distant in the fog

1.8.16

187

gaunt lakeside figure

stooped low, reaches out to touch

its silent partner

27.7.16

186

family of ducks

huddled beside the canal

launch as we walk past

27.7.16

185

rudely barging past

the inconsiderate wind

jostles the branches

26.7.16

184

you sang light and air

flowed in eroding gloom

listened half-dreaming

13.7.16

183

along the towpath

a damp, deep green colonnade

shadows dripped on us

5.7.16

182

By haunts of years past

Rain and time veiled my passing

I am the ghost now

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181

These rocks will endure

But can we? Will love outlast

Those petty hatreds

26.6.16

180

On the bridge, in rain

I look down the Avon Gorge

A tear in the land

26.6.16

179

Green and pleasant land.

A headless, bobbing corpse; pecked

by carrion birds.

24.6.16

178

wave slides slow on wave

undermine the castle wall

crumbling sand gives way

09.06.16

177

surface slides away;

submerged in cold, profound grey

the rippled light fades

31.5.16

176

The Moon's slender curve

carves the blue. No, look again;

A turning jet's trail

19.5.16

175

Morning sunlight’s haze

Sharp shadows on the sandstone

Flickering through leaves

17.5.16

174

pigeon on the roof,

picked out by a ray of sun,

against the dull clouds

10.5.16

173

slow white cloud slinks past

self-conscious amid the sky's

cyanic splendour

4.5.16

172

It was more than that

A nebula; pink-tinted

Dazzling contrast

22.4.16

171

The sight enthralled me:

Vivid pink cloud, suspended

Blossom in the fog

21.4.16

170

it whispers to me

thoughts I tried to shut away

why can't I forget?

13.4.16

169

a wraith descending

tattered black wings, bony, sharp

wrapping around me

12.4.16

168

Sun flickers through trees

Soft across the frost-gripped grass

Loosening the hold

5.4.16

167

The tree's long shadow

Setting sun lights leaves green-gold

Last touch of summer

2008

166

Nodding daffodils

Happy drunk on hazy sun

Whisper their gossip

23.3.16

165

match struck; flares, steadies.

glows, gutters and dies. Then pain.

I held on too long.

“The trick, William Potter, is not minding that it hurts.” - Lawrence of Arabia

16.3.16

164

Far now from the light

Shiver in my rotten cell

Fitful dreams of sun

3.8.16

163

missiles streak the blue

silent, faint at this remove

plunge into the east

29.2.16

162

once a flame burned bright

now cold ash is all that's left

light so soon snuffed out

23.2.16

Limited to single syllable words only

161

Distant, empty streets

Walking home, the sky lightens

Squinting, stumble-tired

19.2.16

160

layered sunset clouds

the closed book's pages smoulder

a fierce orange-red

18.2.16

159

a pale hand grips mine

slowly spreading numbness signals

an unwanted guest

11.2.16

158

wildly shaking trees
twisting trunks, thrashing branches
storm sky glows grey-white


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I'm on the bus home

Western sky still showing blue

Winter's hand withdraws

1.2.16

156

Westerly blusters

Thinning out the clouds along

The edge of the storm


1.2.16

155

On the opaque sky,

pale blue to bright, backlit grey,

diamond points cut paths


1.2.16

154

The pool; still, grey murk

Arm, elbow-deep, grasps, withdraws

dripping cold, black silt

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horizon ablaze;

distant line of trees stands out,

dark against the glare

21.1.16

152

A cold winter dawn

Sky lightens, slowly shifting

Countless shades of blue

13.1.15

151

First frost of the year

Glittering under street lights;

So soon forgotten

8.1.16

150

Leaving the office

That first hit of cold night air

A draught gulped, thirst slaked

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149

A loose rope coiling

Twisting along the pavement

Sand caught in the wind

5.1.16

148

Lying in my bed

I hear the rain on the roof

Lulls me back to sleep

4.1.16

147

The friend and the fool

Has hope of forgiveness for

His flights of fancy

3.1.16

146

A grey new year's day

Spots of rain hitting my face

Hands stuffed in pockets

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