as

 

 

 

                                              as

                                                              the shadow
                                              windowed and blinded
                                across the conservatory
                crockery in the breeze being cleared from
                                someone’s garden table and
                the plastic clack of a wheelie bin – tomorrow I think

                I notice underneath the ironing board leant against the wall
                                                              a lime cover under a pink
                                              flowered cover under a
                                yellow-duned cover and

                                where the lilac silk
                                              emulsion has caught the reflection
                                                              of the deep blue carpet
                                              it looked
                                metallic

 

 

 

shadow wormhole: Peeks at Castleton
conservatory wormhole: thawing
lime wormhole: your gold teeth
lilac wormhole: William Carlos Williams
pink wormhole: two fat ladies / chk klak klip // all the while

 

more importantly

 

 

 

                                for minute after minute
                                an alarm rilling through
                                the open windows
                                of a hot afternoon
                                and all the while
                                the cracking picking
                                twicking of a squirrel
                                working out on a branch
                                somewhere          but then

                                                                                    more importantly

                                              a pigeon –
                                `hadn’t noticed –
                                                              on a bare branch looking
                                              another way

                not calling

 

 

 

openness wormhole: open / window
squirrel wormhole: almost-Escher
pigeons wormhole: first dog / in the park
attention wormhole: ‘no …’

 

in the kitchen

 

 

 

                                music
                                on the radio
                                in the kitchen
                                with the blinds down
                                on the wet evening and
                                the smell of chopped parsnips
                                just softening in the oil and the onion

                                is only
                                right when the verse has
                                finished and the sax rejoins with love

 

 

 

evening wormhole: 1972

 

knees

 

 

 

                                              knees

                                setting sun
                                light in the windows
                                behind her a moon-faced
                                girl both hands in high
                                pockets treads carefully
                                on the snow then
                                turns her head to see
                                where the rest are –

                                curtain of hair

 

 

 

evening wormhole: “bring in as many / different kinds of leaf / as you can find”

 

evening

 

 

 

                                          evening

                      two houses
                      slightly staggered
                      facing east

                      bright clear high-grey sky
                      in no.7’s bedroom windows
                                – light on

                      deep grey clouds
                      in no.9’s bedroom windows
                                – no echo

                      the sky above them
                      already grey and scuddy and
                      the trees behind perfectly still

 

 

 

double glazing

 

 

 

                           double glazing

                I open the window
                at night

                nothing

                the air shifts
                and far in the

                distance a dog is
                barking

 

 

 

’8:30 kitchen …’

 

 

 

                                                      8:30 kitchen
                                window bare shrub climbing road
                                       light green cloud-belly

 

 

 

ruddy pink

 

 

 

                                                      up the road
                                                      as the evening fell

                                                      even though
                                                      the sunset

                                                      ruddy pink

                                                      was in all the windows
                                                      of all the houses

                                                      it was still
                                                      bloody cold

 

 

 

evening wormhole: JJ Cale / in a coffee shop?
pink wormhole: handsome

 

‘glints off …’

 

 

 

                           glints off
                      headlights fixed
                      across the road
                      from the streetlight
                      through the netting
                      the taxiing aircraft
                           overhead

                      and a single burst
                      of three laughs
                      quick and slightly
                           descending

 

 

 

sat?

 

 

 

                      for a few seconds
                      a large black cat
                           sat?
                      in the up-most fronds
                      of the unkempt shrub
                      but then the wind

                           moved