She knew about carbon emissions
their contribution to global warming,
nothing could quite replace
being at the wheel,
leaning and turning
following the elegant curves of road
drawn in fluid lines
over the hills,
leading to an illusion
of going somewhere new.
30th April 2007
Plonger au fond du gouffre, Enfer ou Ciel, qu'importe?
Au fond de l'Inconnu pour trouver du nouveau!
Baudelaire: Le Voyage
A different sort of restlessness, this urge to alter other people.
An interior designer
in each of us
alert for home improvements
other people's homes
strip that table,
paint that window sill
discard that curtain...
throw out this person
unplug a connection
polish a copper link.
on the outside
has its own frosted windows
an ideal home
for someone else.
Bristol June 2007
St Swithin’s Day dawned overcast and muggy;
Clock hands dragged through treacle as I watched;
Cat-hair tangled, clumpy in my fingers;
Sure as hell, the outlook would be botched.
My memory built a clock face out of whelk-shells.
Swift surf erased it from the bleak sea-shore.
A threatened storm hung heavy in the offing
and distant thunder grumbled, nothing more.
done from prompts - can you guess them?