Our dreams are not coloured smoke that trail in strings from our hard-clenched fists;
Our dreams are light, morning breaking night, the rising sun beyond the clouds.
Poetry?
Remember, remember
Remember, remember,
The 5th of November,
Gunpowder, treason and plot.
And, in the middle of the night,
That thing with the rabbit.
Sometimes waiting
Sometimes waiting can feel like forever.
And sometimes it is, forever.
Each moment alone an eternity,
each moment its next, unchanging.
Autumn arrived on Poets’ Day
Autumn arrived on Poets’ Day. Some skipped through leaves to the skirl of the pipes, kicking them high in the air. Some foresaw the bleakness of winter. The cold and grey in the cast of their eyes steeled the yellow and blue. Until a fun colleague dropped red leaves on their head and pinched their cheeks for summer.
Autumn air cools
Autumn air cools the sunshined blood, moves on our faces, bare arms, like the gentle flick of a sleeping cat’s tail.
Working in an office in Edinburgh in August
High Street flyerers! Your attention please.
Look out for the man with a briefcase, and madness in his eyes.
He is going to a meeting. He does not wish to be disturbed.
Do not approach him; do not approach him.
Do not paint his face or tickle his chin.
Do not offer him a two for one.
He is going to a meeting. He does not wish to be disturbed.
Inside he carries his sadness. He should be having fun with you.
But he is carrying his briefcase and there is madness in his eyes.
He is going to a meeting. He does not wish to be disturbed.
Countdown
Steve the sheep couldn’t sleep. He’d tried counting people. Nothing.
One.
One.
Nothing.
One.
Still wide awake.
Steve the sheep.
Stone pebble
Stone.
Stone pebble.
Stone pebble stone stone.
Stone pebble stone fire.
Stone fire.
Stone fire.
Cheaters gonna cheat
Cheaters gonna cheat
Fish gonna swim
Accountants gonna account
Look at the state of piscine false book keeping we’re in
I tacked lines by @broaddaylightUK and @misterhsk together and came up with this
Airport early morning
Airport 5.30 a.m.
Stags and hens and colourful trousers.
Veils and pom-poms and shrieks of laughter.
One lost passport and men in a circle.
