Saturday, 26 February 2011

PANIC! PANIC! and dread.

Just back from  travelling up and down England visiting family. I wrote this at the start of the week....


I hate packing.
It should be,
If not relaxing,
At least quite exciting,
The preliminary activity
To going away.

But instead
My head
Fills with panic
And dread.

Which shoes,
I muse,
And what coat?
Have I got
Enough socks?
The right tops?

Will I be too hot
Or too cold?
Should I take new things
Or old?
How many pairs
Of trousers will I wear?

And I stare,
Near despair,
At my suitcase,
Knowing that I'll choose
The wrong things

And that it won't
Really matter, anyway.


Monday, 14 February 2011

Happy Valentine's Day!

Here's one I wrote last year and have been saving...


I picture romance
As an invisible
(But shimmering) cord
That encircles, protects
And connects me 
To some other
(Vague) figure,

Arming me
Against mundane daily anxieties
(Mostly monetary, or social, or both),
Empowering me
To smile suddenly
And say,
'What do I care, anyway?'

As I secretly tug,
To check
It's still there.


Saturday, 5 February 2011


Just devoured half a cantaloupe in about 2 minutes flat.

92% water

Don't look for integrity
In a melon;
They're tricky.

Slice them, dice them,
Scoop them out with a spoon.
Chop them into neat long strips
To hang dripping
From grinning

Dissolve yourself
In brightly coloured chunks;
All emptinesses.

You shouldn't eat the seeds,
(And, having bitten
Too ardently,
I can also say,
Don't eat the skin.)