Below the bridge,
brown water - imagine floating,
imagine sinking.
Monday, 31 October 2011
Sunday, 30 October 2011
Saturday, 29 October 2011
Hour gained
Trees flushed with fever,
dry, coughing carpets underfoot:
delirium of this hour gained.
dry, coughing carpets underfoot:
delirium of this hour gained.
Friday, 28 October 2011
Thursday, 27 October 2011
Same
From behind: two chubby, near-the-ground West Highland White Terriers with a short, stocky woman in a black trouser suit - all three, the same gait.
Wednesday, 26 October 2011
Orange
A man walks briskly in the rain with two luridly orange shopping bags - a matching pair of bobbing orange reflections in the wet, shiny pavement.
Tuesday, 25 October 2011
Loom
A bright red crane looms suddenly above the trees and rooftops, out of scale, like King Kong - the monstrous beast of endless demolition and construction.
Monday, 24 October 2011
Statues
The red bus-ticket machine and the woman in a yellow coat: same height, both slim and straight - two bright Brancusi statues on the footpath.
Sunday, 23 October 2011
Saturday, 22 October 2011
Low
The light so strong and, even at noon, so low: every shape and colour - this blue, this square, this curly edge - is distorted, over-emphasised.
Friday, 21 October 2011
Colder
As it gets colder, everything seems further away - buildings and people shrink darkly into themselves.
Thursday, 20 October 2011
Tuesday, 18 October 2011
Triplets
Two tiny girls with bobbing afros,
two tiny voices sing off-key,
but this one is silent -
oh, there are three!
two tiny voices sing off-key,
but this one is silent -
oh, there are three!
Monday, 17 October 2011
Friday, 14 October 2011
Invisibly
In the beam of passing headlights,
the footpath glistens:
it rained, invisibly, before we came.
the footpath glistens:
it rained, invisibly, before we came.
Wednesday, 12 October 2011
Stopped
The bus has stopped and isn't starting: a change in the engine's thrumming and in the thrum of voices, which falters and assumes a plaintive, questioning note.
Tuesday, 11 October 2011
Monday, 10 October 2011
Skirt
A pale, skinny girl in a battered leather jacket and...
oh, a brightly striped and wildly swooping and dipping flamenco skirt - for a moment, everything dances.
oh, a brightly striped and wildly swooping and dipping flamenco skirt - for a moment, everything dances.
Friday, 7 October 2011
Wednesday, 5 October 2011
Caught
Brittle oak leaf caught behind a windscreen wiper:
its pale, crisp serrations, shadowed on the glass,
stand out against the soft, reflected street-scene.
its pale, crisp serrations, shadowed on the glass,
stand out against the soft, reflected street-scene.
Monday, 3 October 2011
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