1
to be sensible
of cold, the decay
of light
2 (Uplees)
a silence
on the Swale,
or near enough:
incoming tide,
bird calls
cement slabs, on which
black-faced sheep forage
the explosive factory
blew up in 1916
3 (London Victoria)
the shake-spe-herians
rant at a neighbour table
(as the deaf would drink
at the Forest Lodge, their signs
speedy, erratic)
(poetry is not
endless speech)
the roaring queens roar on
we in the pits
put up with it
then head out for Kent
4
on Clapham High Street:
– VOLTAIRE –
– drycleaners of distinction –
5 (Brighton)
the Sunday market:
battered legs of a shop dummy
fireplaces
a broken exercise machine
Cliff Richard’s ‘Hits’
6
ice expected
the night of the launching
long shadows across fields
a hint of mist
sunset, south of Rochester
a sickle moon over Westminster
7
the door knob
cold to touch
frost on the western rooftops
ethereal blue plastic
on rows of vegetables
8
past the shortest day
at last
arthritis
apparently
the writing, shaky
the fog
(at least)
lifted
9
I’m not allowed to be ill
I oughtn’t be, shouldn’t be
lying on my back in late sun
it’s chill outside, then dark
take meat out of the refrigerator
chop the Chinese cabbage
(movement of leafless vines on a neighbour wall
a rusted blue ventilator
the head of Gautama
transported into the yard
stone among the shoots
an old filing cabinet
moved to the garage
10
hop poles recede in fog
‘a delay in services
due to a fatality
in the Meopham area’
11
hail over Ferry Marsh
mud underfoot at Halstead
fields of chipped crockery and stoneware
12 (Chanctonbury Ring)
after the Great Storm a broken crown
wild anemonies under the lip of the hill
13
At night
all things sleep
save rats
in the walls
(wondering if
they’re any good
or not)
outside, yellow
streetlight on gillyflowers
a moss rooftop,
who knows what con-
stellation overhead
or the whereabouts
of ducks at 3am
14
a sky
full of
small
movements
15 (May again)
creeper on a wall
turns ochre green
a young blackbird
becomes
a black
bird
16 (Imagined America)
Confederates take over the village square
guitar, snare, voice and double-bass
twang, reverb & hiccup from the pub
17
a large chick balances
on the edge of a bucket
18
late light
hits the bar window