Winter

December 2020

Rink Amateur

 

A moorhen skitters

On perilously thin ice;

Two Fruit Shoots gawp on. 

 

I rubberneck too,

Until rudely side-eyed by

A man with a crank.

 

 

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January 2021

Mixed Bag

 

A torn bin liner

Tethered to a rusted post

Sits at water’s edge.

Their merged silhouettes

Form a menacing hybrid:

A mondo black swan.

I approach with care

And check its stomach contents:

Junk food and dog shit.

 

 

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February 2021

Sweet Talk

 

Scattered Love Hearts fizz  

Into sweet oblivion

In sodden rushes. 

You can’t hurry love. 

One decaying lozenge reads,

"ONLY YOU". And how.