Too Much

After a very long grey, wet, winter, spring came up with speed, and then
June burst into flower all over the place …

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TOO MUCH

June woke up three weeks ago              
spread a cacophony of roses
over the Japanese maple
tossed wisteria along the path
rampaged through tall grass
with a wave of seed heads
and blew dandelion clocks
to the horizon

this week
she threatens a lettuce invasion
cornucopias of radish
and a tornado of bugs

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Frame and the McGuireNEW! Frame 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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3 cat haiku

We had one cat that used to take my shirts off their hangers; another that liked lettuce; one that like to sit in the middle of a work-in-progress jigsaw puzzle, without playing with the pieces; another that liked to play with straight pins. Cats! Always different, always fun …

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the cat curls
against my body –
central heating


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the cats
get their annual shots –
Halloween

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child playing
with cat —
skip-rope

 

the last haiku was first published in Lynx

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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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Sunglasses

I wear sunglasses to protect my eyes from strong sunlight, like most of us. A few people wear them as a disguise, or to hide their expressions. They are worn on beaches, at rock concerts, at airports, with sometimes surprising results …

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SUNGLASSES

I’m hidden in the darkness                                   
walking unseen in sunlight

if I take my shades off
people are surprised

so I replace them
and disappear into obscurity

it’s a gift of to be undetected
until someone trips over my feet

because I haven’t seen them
behind their dark glasses

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                                                                                           photo by Jon Weston

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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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At Ucluelet

Being on the edge of the Pacific means there are wrecks, lots of them. Some are shipping hazardous, others draw divers who go deep to swim through the skeletal remains. And then there’s the ship than hung up on the rocks near Ucluelet (which means “people of the safe harbour” in the indigenous Nuu-chah-nulth language)

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AT UCLUELET

we seek the wreck among piled
rocks where foam flies high

our feet slip   catch sharp black wet            
splashed    draped with rags
of weed bright lime-green

lift broken shells from crevices
daring   I head closer to spume
to rage of ocean in eyes   on skin

find timbers heaved over crags
to rot           three-foot spikes
standing in rusted triumph
above the surge

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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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4 Artefacts senryu

When we travel we seem to see so many old buildings, castles, churches, houses, or artefacts out in the open. It’s fascinating to see how they are placed, what happens around or in them, whether flocks of birds, or waving weeds …

 

field museum
rusted mine engines                                                        
fireweed

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poplar trees
in the parade ground
antique artillery

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flea market
against church walls
a flurry of pigeons

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the museum
full of statues –
white roses

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Frame and the McGuireNEW! Frame 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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Anniversary

We’ve just celebrated our fiftieth wedding anniversary with close
family and lots of laughter. Great fun. And now for the next 50 …

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ANNIVERSARY

we came hand-in-hand down the aisle
no idea that we would walk into campgrounds      
a city home, and then to an island farm
we didn’t plan ahead, except for kids
we just went where the Spirit led us
to the Colosseum, the Grand Canal
French vineyards, Portuguese castles

fifty years of adventures great and small
walking in Spain or down our driveway
in and out of doctors’ offices
to church, concert, and theatre
it’s been a journey of surprises

enhanced by each together smile
since we first walked down the aisle

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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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A Wet Day

Abecedarian poems are fun to write. In this one, the first line begins with ‘z’ and ends with ‘a’ and from there on it follows through the alphabet. I’m not entirely sure that it makes a great deal of sense, as it goes all over the place, but I hope you enjoy reading as much as I did writing …

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A WET DAY

zip goes the umbrella                                              
back to being a broken graphic
dangling in the cloud zone
fibres waterlogged and dripping
heavily on a string bikini

jarring as a roof’s leak
landing in a bowl of aloe cream
needed to foam cheap shampoo
poured into a umiaq
rowed by urgent hands
tapping out a rondeau
vainly on the boat’s bow
x-rated for race-day

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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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