Speaking to the River

I don’t very often see frogs, they vanish under leaves, hide in deep
shadow, though I’ve seen the occasional little green tree frog, but the big
ones elude me …

SPEAKING TO THE RIVER

I have not forgotten                  
the frog that leapt
from the water’s throat

though I lost it
under springs
between stones and reeds

I heard its voice at dawn
and followed it
into pools and ripples
where mayflies die                                                art by Kennedy Banning
under a flicking tongue

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Frame and the McGuireFrame and The McGuire – ‘… a gentle yet striking novel about the way our perception influences our judgement of others.’ Amy Mathers. For ages 8-13 … published by Tradewind Books available on Amazon or your local bookstore.

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Grey Paper

Bees are good, flies not so much, nor mosquitoes, nor the rest of the family of flying critters (good for spiders and birds, not for humans), never mind aphids and the other plant-eating parasites …

GREY PAPER

the wasps of summer                                
have nested in my paper house
writing stings in silent building
as they seal over    under    within

I hear nothing of their fluent buzz
as they fill in the cracks
to make homes in my domain

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my scans - after 18 112 coverTo Bethlehem: ‘This little book is delightful, full of … poems on this timeless subject. … the most fun is the little prose vignettes of the common people in the Christ-child story. The slave who looks after the wise men’s camels, or the overworked maid at the inn who has to fetch water for the birth, and many more. A lovely gift for the reader on your Christmas list!’ Rosalind Adams. Available from Amazon and Kindle.

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Drought Season

August is when we look for several meteor showers: the Kappa Cygnids, the Alpha Capricornids, the Southern Delta Aquariids, and the Perseids, a major meteor shower, typically takes place between July 17 and August 24. There are also some weird holidays: August 18 is Bad Poetry Day (I’m not too sure about that one!), August 20 is Discovery Day in the Yukon, Canada, and World Mosquito Day. And then there’s the lack of water; we run the bathwater to the garden, the washing-up water too …

DROUGHT SEASON

I hold mirages of winter                                         
as the wealth of rambled roses wilt

this languid place of brown grass
prelude to incoming smoke-haze

packed snow imagined on dusty paths
no limit to this Midas heat

I droop over cracked earth
where thistles twist blowing heads

flames captured in a roving lens
clouded by mountain fires

taps draw brown water from the well
and I long for images in white

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9781771333054_FCA Bedroom of Searchlights’: poetry. This collection draws a picture of the poet’s divorced mother, an artist with two children, who struggled with poverty, war, and the realities of daily life, yet still found beauty and comfort in her garden, and her art. From Inanna Publications, 2016.

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The taste of yellow

Summer is the time of golden suns, bright yellows everywhere, and blazing heat … too much for me, but I like the brilliant colours …

THE TASTE OF YELLOW

the yellow finch                                            
flies off the page

lands on a dandelion
pecks at the petals

which rise to form
new birds in song

which is clearly heard
by the blind man

two doors down
who catches a petal

on his tongue
and tastes gold

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9781771333054_FC‘A Bedroom of Searchlights’: poetry. This collection draws a picture of the poet’s divorced mother, an artist with two children, who struggled with poverty, war, and the realities of daily life, yet still found beauty and comfort in her garden, and her art. From Inanna Publications, 2016.

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Taking the Distant View

I wrote this poem after spending a long time sitting, looking at mountains, an inlet, sunlight on ocean, watching birds, and considering life …

TAKING THE DISTANT VIEW

these mountains overlook                                
the ocean of my mind
and whatever skills
I hold within myself
these harbours and cedars
this bee-wrung sunlight
slide on fresh currents
into havens that open
to where I have been before
and hope to go again
while dragonflies and hawks
glide as new shadows
in their hunt for prey
among cocooned spiders
swaying between masts
above the shimmer
of distant waves

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Frame and the McGuireFrame and The McGuire – ‘… a gentle yet striking novel about the way our perception influences our judgement of others.’ Amy Mathers. For ages 8-13 … published by Tradewind Books available on Amazon or your local bookstore.

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sailboat senryu

Summer and sailors are out there, chasing the wind, and having fun. Or they are busy scrubbing the keel, waiting for wind. Or they are sitting on deck, watching the wind on the water …

sailboats
round the buoy –                                           
head wind

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sailboat
on the mud flat …
a kingfisher swoops

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boats moored
bow and stern
no wind

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my scans - after 18 112 cover To Bethlehem: ‘This little book is delightful, full of … poems on this timeless subject. … the most fun is the little prose vignettes of the common people in the Christ-child story. The slave who looks after the wise men’s camels, or the overworked maid at the inn who has to fetch water for the birth, and many more. A lovely gift for the reader on your Christmas list!’ Rosalind Adams. Available from Amazon and Kindle.

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Questions

There are some days when I wonder what’s going on. It may be the heat
or the orneryness of life, things go missing (my garden trowel), things
get found in odd places (a ring on the driveway) …

QUESTIONS

this the total                                            
for the day   the week
one pot of soup
four bread crumbs
five burnt cookies
one broken cup
and a dead chicken
on the doorstep

who did what?
the cook? a mouse?
a fox? the cat?
or did I turn too quickly
and the house crumble
around me?

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9781771333054_FC‘A Bedroom of Searchlights’: poetry. This collection draws a picture of the poet’s divorced mother, an artist with two children, who struggled with poverty, war, and the realities of daily life, yet still found beauty and comfort in her garden, and her art.
From Inanna Publications, May 2016.

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