The pirate flag Beckons Calls me over Invites me to walk on in to an old railway carriage and help myself to coffee and cakes Served in beer kegs and arranged in treasure chest baskets I hurry on up the lane, to the corner plot A station sign offers up to the visitor Pakefield WelcomingContinue reading “Pakefield Pirates”
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The Pakefield Ladies
Hunched-up ladies huddle by the sea Shivering, wrapped up in the sun. Tied up in coarse rope. Anchored to the pebbled beach. Unable to even shuffle. Howling unintelligible tones. Gagged. And blinded. Path markers. All routes out long gone. Copyright ownedContinue reading “The Pakefield Ladies”
Pakefield Sea Front
Waves. Waves walking towards me as I sit drinking tea at a pub by the sea Thinking about fish running beneath the surface of the Milky swirl of the tea as I swish my teaspoon around Making whirlpools Kites ripple and twirl around in the seaContinue reading “Pakefield Sea Front”
House Thieves in a Fruit Bowl
Apples, Bananas, Grapes, Oranges And pears House thieves in a fruit bowl. Imagine instead … A mouldy green tennis ball, A plastic crescent yellow moon, A tonne of purple pom-poms, A squidgy-orange stress ball, And a well-fed Martian with his bald head sinking into his torso and sacks of flesh flowing over his tiny teeteringContinue reading “House Thieves in a Fruit Bowl”
Golden Eggs
Eggs sizzling in the rivers of fat from the bacon, sausages and black pudding of others As they pile on the pounds that threaten to consume them, to suck them into their own vortex, their own centre of gravity, the iris of the self. A black dot contracting and expanding.Continue reading “Golden Eggs”
Facebook Reunion
Re-emergence of old friends. Ancient connections. Whispered notes in tutorials. Student cars. Minis, 2CVs and Morris Minors. Starving, suicidal acquaintances raced into surgeries, collapsing into the future. In journeys long gone. And misremembered. False recollections. Old cells died and replaced. Recharged. Copyright owned by Jay Cool Image: Photo of 2CV from PXhere, aContinue reading “Facebook Reunion”
Ribs
Spare change? Eyes fixated on an imaginary point ahead, the host moved on. Ignored him. Thought about her guests. How to prepare for their visit. Barbaric. He thought. She couldn’t even look him in the eye. Couldn’t see the juice, the tears, the potentialContinue reading “Ribs”
A Walk in the Grounds of Cornwallis Arms
Cracked white paint on a traffic pylon, parading as Queen Elizabeth’s cement filled pock marked face. Black paint speckled with green mould and a leafless twig coiled around it, like a dead arm clinging to an iron bed-post. A black shiny duck’s head with freckles of bottle green, like a snooker ball wearingContinue reading “A Walk in the Grounds of Cornwallis Arms”
Lament of the Cheerio
Watch me drop on the floor. Go on, carry on just sitting there – looking at me. I suppose you’ll tread on me later and not even notice my saturated remains being subjected to further torture when squished into the carpet by your husband’s heel. I’mContinue reading “Lament of the Cheerio”
Fear
A large modern house with dormer windows protruding from an expansive roof, peering over tall brick walls designed to put off the nosy. A coughing, spluttering heavy goods vehicle hurtling towards me. A ‘For Sale’ sign attached to the front garden post of the ‘mansion’. A tightly wrinkledContinue reading “Fear”
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