15th January

in my neck of the woods

nature has settled into a rhythm

sometimes typical of January

 

clouds but no rain

humidity but no rain

heat but no rain

 

one day there will be rain

the monsoon will shift south

or a cyclone will travel down the coast

its tail curling and shedding as it goes

 

until then water is something to be treasured

short showers, no hoses, don’t wash the car

 

but after the deluge

we can dance in bare feet

mud between out toes

and a sigh of relief

that for a short while

we can stop worrying

 

but not yet

for today it does not rain

nor will it tomorrow

not even next week

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright January 2020

January 14th

I can feel the dying force

of our world as it winds down

entropy at its best

 

we need to turn the key

tight, until it snaps off

and we enter another realm

 

vibrating to a new tune

 

 

Copyright January 2020

 

13th January

my thoughts, they run

in and out of separate compartments

house reflected in mind

 

I find the library

books tottering in unread piles

forecast of an adventurous future

 

soon the rooms will divide

thoughts forced on an avalanche

of ever multiplying possibilities

 

if only I could grasp them

without ever leaving the house

or indeed, my mind

 

 

Copyright January 2020

January 11th + 12th

writing cheap poetry

at the end of a weekend

head stuck in words

 

juggling stories

voicing adding verisimilitude

to an old favourite

 

plus all the corpses dressed in tartan

 

the bears, horses and witches

with all the old gods of hearth

and forest and frost

in deepest darkest, Russia

 

and so I travelled

in a sweat box

waiting for the cool change

 

dismayed when only showers

passed by quickly

 

I was only an acolyte

to showers and whirling clouds

and quick winds which blew away my cobwebs

 

still leaving the earth thirsty

my head buzzing with stories

and a pen limp in my hand

 

 

 

Copyright January 2020