One verse of something notable- my little miracle moments- everyday for a month. This is how January 2012 worked out. These experiments are good for my writing practice and my perception of how lovely life is.
The
grass blades are sharp
Cauterised
in ice, where
The
earth surface is grazed
Open
mud coagulates
Sun
disc foams in pink mist
A
mere soap-sliver in a cosmic bath
Dog
catches frost on her belly fur
Tracking
a tennis ball over ice-spiked grass
Enthralled
dog chases her ball
I
pursue the mysterious object
That
slices up light between trees
Slide
over mud to discover a plastic bag
Conditions
are neither warm nor bitter
Air
is cold humid, sky pale in blues and greys
Horizon
soft focused, smooth mud underfoot
An
echo of sun absorbed in wispy cloud
Hand
sized bird with yellow ribs
Lights
on a branch for good scavenging
A tin
of fat and seed hangs in the holly
Yellow
flashes in the dark gloss of leaf
Car
lurches up the lane
Riding
out the trials
Of
potholes and the territorial
Assertions
of a pheasant
Boy
must get out of the car
To
run at the pheasant, they both
Leg
it up the bumpy lane
I am
in the car, laughing
One
clear kill site in the fields
Splay
of female pheasant wing feathers
They
would not have been abandoned
Had
only foxes worn fantastic hats
Clustered
hailstones caught
Spawn-like
in grass pockets
Imagine
a breed of Ice Frog, imagine
A
life cycle that exploits evaporation
Last
night I looked up
Through
a cloud tunnel
At
the moon refracting
Rings
of deep hued rainbow
Across
at the old bomb crater
A
bridge is thought of, a bridge
That
leads to a tree house, thoughts
Fabricating
fabulous possibilities
We
are giggling, smashing the hammer
Into
chipboard, making a furniture shape
From
the unpacked flat pack, while the
Guffawing
baby chews up instructions
A
kind of day easy
To
describe, clear sky
Warm
when sheltered
From
the bladed wind
The
sun picks me up
Like
toast, gold and warm
Dipping
in the mid-yolk of day
Glorious
unexpected gloop
The
vine was a stick in a pot
I was
uncertain of its promise
Here
two leaves grow, like open
Hands
pressed wrist to wrist
The
wind is a pair
Of
puckish pincers
Holding
a magpie, flailing
Fixed
in frantic movement
I was
tired so all the day merged
And I
kind of blundered through
Getting
things done. Early afternoon
I
danced with the baby till she belly-laughed
Cold
rain is balanced
By
the steam of hot soup
The
uprooted vegetables
Simmered
and blipping
The
rain travels horizontal
I
sideways glance it
From
the pages of the book
I am
reading in bed
Hospitals
weird me out, they smell
Of
bad combinations. Amazes me how
Nurses
can smile here, bringing calm
In
reassuring utility uniforms
Driving
through intermittent rain
One
of those days where I rarely stop
But
in transit briefly catch the sight
There
are still apples on that tree
Car
rumbles down the lane
Not
in gear nor aware of pursuit
Brave-feathered
pheasant, relentless
Chases
down the red metal intruder
Another
driving day, not
Unpleasant,
not bored
Ice
bursts from the plain sky
Bounces
off the windscreen
The
weather dial turns down
From
rain to sleet to snowflakes
They
blow in scatters like a million
Spores
or tiny ghosts
Twelve
hours of cooking fills
Our
warm house with savoury
Aromas,
slow cooker, low and
Steady,
simmers contentment
Four
generations gather in a room
Baby
plays down on the floor
The
fire is crackling, unheard
Under
jabbers of conversation
Three
games of dominoes
On
the coffee table we carved
Our
names on, happy-lethargic
From
the wood burner heat
Two
bananas are
Split,
parcelled in foil
Chocolate
stuffed and
Shoved
eagerly in the fire
Tangerine
moon, slung low
House
silhouettes at the valley edge
Sleek
silver mist in the dips
Sketches
out the marvelling man
Headlamps
swoop a curve of hedge
And
from the dark lattice of foliage
An
abundance of berries bounce back
Circles
and circles of cordial light
In
the morning it’s my birthday
Boy
brings cake, Mr makes espresso
In
the pot on the stove, he draws back
The
curtains on stripes of sunrise
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