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Edge of the Wood

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Edge of the Wood (Watercolour)
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Everyday Occurrence

EVERYDAY OCCURRENCE

It was to be
just
another
ordinary
walk in the woods
Raison d’etre – ?
health – re-invigoration

It was to be
just
another
full overcoat
jamboree
into the home of
the trees

It was to be
just
another
‘half-conscious’
observational
excursion into the
grassy undergrowth

It was for me
a daily occurrence
– as for she

Healthy walks
with the nature girl
and I
the townie guy

– country mouse
meets town mouse

thirty-six years later
morphing into
country-town
mice

and then home for tea

Spinning Bait

SPINNING BAIT

‘Neath the crystal shining water
Lodged amongst the weeds
Another competing shine
lay entwined

It was not profound
or naturally blessed with the poet’s
turn of phrase

Nor was it some phenomenon
of nature
encased within the naturalist’s
explanation –
with need of
the professor’s investigation

But shone it did –
approaching beauty –
near to
what only nature provides

Waiting for the line to snap
As the fisherman tried in vain
To free the three-pronged spinner

‘Horrible thing’ –
all-a-glistening
toothed and menacing
The pike’s most feared enemy

At interludes of rest
amidst his sweating effort to free it
– the fisherman sat and marvelled
at it’s shine

How innocuous and
silver-coloured-bright
is this piece of metal –
best kept there until the sun
seeks it out in it’s next smile

rendering it innocent when
knowledge of it’s use is missing

Enhancing it
to entertain with glee
the eyes of you or me.

However –

All that glitters does not have soft intent
But rips into flesh to get the predator out

Snap – cut – terminate – the line
And leave it where it is

Best to capture our eyes with beauty
Than to ravage fish for fun (?)

Spider

 

SPIDER

Swiftly – yea – hurriedly – yea – at top speed
Rushing on – headlong

‘Into the valley of death rode…’
the buzzing bee

Swiftly – yea – hurriedly – yea – at top speed
Rushing on – headlong

[The bee contaminated by web
Could not escape no matter how he tried
He buzzed and buzzed with intermittent rest
But could not escape from that sticky mess]

Entanglement – confusion no doubt

Buzz-ing –
his sting –

neutralised
by spider avoidance

He eventually buzzed no more.
wrapped up like Amazon’s best
and left for later digest

The spindly legs – moved on
Retreating
for another
catch of the day

Stop this poem!

I don’t like spiders anyway

THE DRIP

THE DRIP

The rain constantly dripped
from the gutter
before my very eyes

Staring – daydreaming as
I watched from the window
Watching watching watching
No record of my thoughts
The sun came out
The rain ceased

Could I keep this up?
Could I sit until the sun
had done it’s work?

Until that drip no longer dripped
And that globule – breathed it’s last

Until that oval pip of water
And it’s crystal clear invention
stopped completely

And the gutter called leak
Could no longer find a drink

Could I wait that long?

No sooner said than done
It stopped somewhere mid-thought

No time like the present!
Strong stuff this sun.

 

The Hill

THE HILL

The tall tree beside the hill
Young boys rolling down
finding its adjunct

Buttercups blooming
flattened
(some)
on the roll

Up they would pant to the
top again
Falling down ‘headlong’
innocuously

All kinds of games
in Fresh air
mixed
with pollen and
various scents

Battle of Trafalgar?
…they knew nothing about
but re-wrote it’s history
a million times
…or thereabouts?

They knew each other well
In Phileo love
Interrupted by
contradiction
of the natural man

As
they all fought
for real on a bad day

Sloping home
It was ice-pops or ice cream or
penny chews or chewing gum
the reward of battles won

The hill never spoke
Never complained at being
trodden underfoot

They all knew it’s name
But never wondered why

The ‘Dummy’s Hill’
A green mound still
found
in memory’s sigh

 

 

 

 

 

Fishing Bond

FISHING BOND

The dew rested on the grass
That semi-chill factor
Pins and needles effect
On your advancing face

Good job – these water boots!
The grass is so long

Morning – Right time to fish
Or so they say

Settled
First cast in

Birds chirping now
with intermittent grace

And yes straight away
bite on the line
Played well and landed

Catch and release
ten fish later and
it’s time for a ‘home made’

Sandwich and a slurp of soup

Back to the casting
But as the day dwindles past noon
Then past the six o’clock mark
So too dwindles the fish

Still – thirty fish can’t be bad
Let’s call it a day
Did I say: my son caught more?

I pretend envy
While secretly so glad
for his success
Best buddies in the love of God
Thank you fish
My excuse for bonding

 

 

 

 

The Black Bird

THE BLACK BIRD

The black bird
hopped a little

The staccato
movements
of his head
accommodated his
beady eyes

All clear?

Then, time for
another peck

Peck and lift –
Throw aside –
staccato look – again
Peck peck –
peck and lift

You get the picture

But no –
now
up up and away…

Today’s takings
taken to the nest.

Feed
regurgitated one
regurgitated two

Partner?
– elsewhere occupied

“I know nothing about birds”
I reflect

“Nothing about birds…”

I don’t know
one species
from another

But they all
Peck and lift –
Throw aside –
staccato look – again
Peck peck –
peck and lift

 

 

Dog driving

 

DOG DRIVING

There is a dog’s head floating in my rear-view mirror
Musn’t get distracted while driving
But look again – how can an animated dog’s portrait
Find it’s way like a floating balloon?
I adjust at the traffic lights and stare more fully
Into the mirror
And then I see it is the glass in the car behind
that adds the transparent sun-kissed mirage-illusion of the body-less hound
It’s head actually stuck through the half lowered window
I try to see if there is a dog driving, according to these sun-staccato’d windows of deception.