Sliding Mirror Doors!

Oh lookee - making everything look bigger than it really is...

The Stairs

the beam

Concrete Formal Poetry

A Sonnet about Concrete

Heaven is an orchard honey kiss
in pastoral cool air greening glades.
Hell is made of concrete and smells of piss
where people do people and nature fades.

A cold soup pours into the form work form
the steel float smooths it and the steel bars hold
the standard work form works to the norm
where industrial economy’s bought and sold

sweet minions walk in close to the walls to hide
true colours from the consuming sleezy
abuser of heaven they have inside.
Love is all you need, but it don’t come easy.

When there’s fire between your faces, nirvana doesn’t care,
it’s a neutral grey compromise pretending it’s not there.

Friendship

Now as the party winds down - as it does -
half-empty jugs of ale, half full of ale,
put down from toasting half-forgotten causes,
lie half-remembered, roundabout the hall.

We may take up by way of recollection,
the glasses that we held, and tend the fire
that heats the hearth’s eternal conversation;
half-joining up our half-discrete desires.

But nothing lasts for ever. We must go
and going means a multitude of ways
and changes - sometimes seeking different goals.
Remember this, for all our future days:

If there is judgement and if I’m the one
to judge, I won’t mind which side you were on.

It's been a good year for the butterflies...

Swallowtail
One pill makes you larger . . .

Something white...


Brimstone


Blue on a wild strawberry flower


Peacock


Something White


Moorland Yellow

2Cats

George and Fergus