I Think This Happened Today

Suit on in bed
Sun swaps for the moon
The alarm turns me on
The shower takes me - somewhere else 
I burn myself under the cold water 
Shampoo on the floor 
Toothpaste in my hair
Dry myself with a hairbrush
Dressing gown on for the day
Shoes on my ears
Wrist watch round my foot
Tie around my head
Washing-up liquid in the kettle
Hot coffee in my pocket
Weetabix in my belly-button
The floor ends up on my breakfast
Step inside for work 

Stop the engine of the car 
Close the door
Slam the bonnet 
Paint the roof
Put tyres in the air and leave
The garage comes to me
Diesel into a petrol car
Wipers on in the dry - lights off in the dark
Chocolate sauce in the screen wash
Stop at the green light
Turn left into the right road - the wrong way up a one-way-street.
Depart from work

Create a whole new persona
Enter the wrong building 
Sit at the coffee machine 
Talk to the fire extinguisher 
Make a desk
Invent the computer 
Synchronisation - my head with the rest of the world 
Log off
Have work find me
The phone talks to me
Emails answer me
Things make me - I am made by things
Lunch eats me
Coffee has a bun in the late afternoon early morning break
A mars bar grabs me later
Meetings have me
A visit has to client me
My diary reminds me of the time
What day is it?

Work finished me
The car found me from a single level in a multi-storey carpark - and then drove me home
Car parked in the flower bed
Home enters me
Tea to have - but for what?
Now the oven turns me on
Put a ready meal back in the freezer
Make a plate
Forge a knife and fork
Pour my shirt down my tea
Dinner plates in the washing machine 
Laundry in the dishwasher
Turn off the TV
Print a newspaper 

Tired
Have bed come to me




Very Rainy Day

The beautiful countryside.
The stunning views.
The villages and towns - are all still there 
but they wait
'neath the dark 
grey 
skies.

Children ask why they're not going out 
of parents 
making hasty 
changes to plans.

as the rain 
in streaks 
runs down the windows 
of the Shepard's hut
and heavy rain drops
clang
on the curved 
tin 
roof
on this 
very 
rainy 
day


Mousehole

Sunshine.
Seagull shadows fly along the breakwater wall
over the rainbow colours of the paddle boards 
lent
awaiting customers.
Splashing in the water 
children 
their excited squeals echo the seagulls call
safe within the harbour
under a parents watchful eye
evoking the sights and sounds of summers past
echoing down tiny streets
of old stone fishermans cottages
now for rent - for a pretty penny
by tourists
who
having abandoned their cars
take their chances on foot
ice-creams and pasties in hand 
off in search of a bench 
to sit
and soak it all up!

Sennen Cove

Early morning sunshine.
Popular seaside resort.
Rapidly filling carpark.
Strong breakwater protecting.
Lifeboat - ready.
Fisherman washing out his van.
People walking.
Out for breakfast.
Endless sand waiting.
Cafes and shops - open.
Early morning dog walkers.
Excited dogs 
running
barking
chasing balls!
Roaring waves
crashing on rocks
white horses galloping 
spray misting up glasses!
Families 
couples
joggers 
photographers
surfers.
Tiny streams across the beach.
Long shadows.
Cloudless skies.
Rock pools.
Seaweed drying.
Cliffs - shear.
Seagulls calling.
Bouys bobbing.
An aeroplane crossing a clear blue sky
and another
and another!
Incoming tide.
Comfortable chairs
Coffee and breakfast.
7:AM - the perfect start to a day!


The Call Of Autumn

Late August and something is heard.
Can you hear it?
mornings - cold now
and something is calling
with summers end 
you feel a change
these
the last days of sunshine
and the weather is cooling
it calls
over the last icecream of summer
you notice
the last blue skies above you - do you hear it?
Time to change your wardrobe 
for the days of September shorten
quickly they shorten
children are soon back to school
switch on the heating!
For the leaves on trees will soon be around your feet as you walk the streets - crunching under foot
dead
it's time to swallow that bitter pill
do you hear it?
Listen!

That is the call of Autumn



As I Was Going To St Ives

As I was going to St. Ives
I met a man
his kids; 
their wives
at the station - the platforms filled
day trippers on to
the streets they spilled!

Jam-packed was the train to St Ives
streets so small
that nobody drives
buckets and spades covered the floor
picnic baskets
buggies more!

Then on arrival at St Ives
with sunshine out
bees 'round their hives
they sit upon the harbour-side
eating drinking
boats to ride 

Throngs of people cram St Ives
beaches full
"time of their lives!"
swimming, surfing, playing squeal
Cornish pasties
for gulls to steal

...so how many men were going to St Ives?

...not as many
as kids and wives!