‘turning right …’

 

 

 

                                                                 turning right
                                                                 the moon
                                                                 appeared from a window
                                                                 above the supermarket

                                                                 making for the flagpole

                                                                 six o’clock

 

 

 

part of >>> Portsmouth – Southsea
walking wormhole: ‘left now …’

 

‘left now …’

 

 

 

                       left now
                       the moon
                       retreats backwards along
                       the street
                       distracted

                       from the newsagent
                       the smiling Chinese face
                       of an old friend who is

                       still young

 

 

 

part of >>> Portsmouth – Southsea
walking wormhole: ‘turning into …’

 

‘turning into …’

 

 

 

                                              turning into
                                              the high street

                                              the moon glided
                                              over the streetlamps

                                              and in the opposite
                                              side street

                                              red car lights
                                              flashed quietly

 

 

 

part of >>> Portsmouth – Southsea
walking wormhole: the moon

 

the moon

 

 

 

                                             the moon

                                the clouds have
                                covered it now
                                in my baggy
                                trousers I realise

                                I write better poems
                                than before I
                                was married

 

 

 

part of >>> Portsmouth – Southsea
part of >>> writing and being
walking wormhole: ‘with delight …’

 

‘with delight …’

 

 

 

                                     with delight
                the child walked along
                the wall at his
                mother’s shoulder

                behind me they continued,
                “mu-uummm…”

 

 

 

part of >>> Portsmouth – Southsea
walking wormhole: ‘between the moon …’

 

blue and red

 

 

 

                                                              blue and red

various lengths of tubular bells hang from a cheap roof-pagoda over the sunny rooftops.   There is a breeze, treetops sway but the bells never
                                    quite
                                                      touch

 

 

 

part of >>> breeze

pink and blue

 

 

 

                               pink and blue

                     on the moist
                     outmost branch –
                               lurching
          up and down –
                               the small
                     bird
                     pecked –
          in the breeze –
                     the few
                     remaining
                     blossoms

                               at length

                     on the road
                               passed
                     a white-faced girl
                     on a bicycle
                               no hands
                     zipped parka
                     whistling

 

 

 

part of >>> breeze
pink wormhole: Batworld

 

after the rain / flowers like / cupcakes

 

 

 

                                                      after the rain
                                                      flowers like
                                                      cupcakes

                           the girl in a blue parka
                           walked slowly down the street
                           twirling the lead

                           the small dog
                           trotted into
                           every driveway
                           of each house and
                           was called out
                           each time
                           by the girl
                           who wasn’t
                           watching

                           anyway

 

 

 

orange wormhole: ‘in the morning …’