Tuesday, 28 August 2018

Dockland - rewrite



Had another go at making music. I say 'music' - I mean passing the time. Quite pleased I managed to keep something minimal though.

Monday, 27 August 2018

Vapours.

A detuned radio and the howl of a banshee
Pixels bleeding green, brown and purple,
blotch, dot and smear.
The bunker door is closed.
Against the horizon
where nothing good can be seen

Wednesday, 15 August 2018

Bastle

To eke,
to scratch
to scrape out an existence
on the edge, in the margin
beyond the horizon.

The sour taste of fruit
picked too early
The soreness of digging
land that will not yield.
Failing, infertile, acidic.

Respite from wind,
temporary, brief.
Crouched behind drystone,
wishing like a madman.
that wild land could cure a wild mind.

Sunday, 5 August 2018

Around the headland.

Exploding from gorse
Forked tail, tumbling
Glide, dip and burst upward
Playful flight.
Gracefully carving invisible shapes

Scrag and clag on a black rock shoreline
Surly and beautiful
Lazy turbine rolling
Flag limply hanging
Buoy rocking softly

The water's languid advance
Gently inevitable.