Thursday 15 November 2018

Hiding

The machine will not stop.
lights keep flashing
Pistons thumping
Churning out
Junk

They keep building
Brick on brick on brick
Ever taller
Wider
Capacious

We have gathered
And hunted
Standing
Surrounded
By our kills

The cruelty of boredom
Is corrosive
Flames
need a spark
To ignite

Thursday 8 November 2018

Calder

The mist is low over the valley
Concrete grey walls entomb us all.
Even the incomers
With their bunting
And better ways
Of living better lives
Feel the dread
Of living with yourself

Etch-a-sketch

Let’s write new stories.
In chalk on the pavement
About nothing and no one

The rain will come
and wash them away

When it has dried
We will start again

leaves falling
rust growing
Machines seizing
Fuel running out

As we forget
How to make fire

And return to the sea.