Wombwell Strolls 2

Wombwell early stroll: sunbreaking brought bling jewels from overnight rain, droplet tiaras/earrings trees, lampposts ankle bracelets.

Wombwell late stroll: On bus glimpse un netted/unblinded windows massive TVs window on window on corporate images: ogle goggle boxed.

Wombwell late stroll: Fresh grass laundered, barbeque wafts, Rounding white clouds sky ablaze: Natural delights

Wombwell early stroll: cat trots downhill to bike shop. Black stringtied purse roadside. Folded bus pass at bus stop: ways home

India to Ceylon Blue Funnel, 1950s

White, steaming big neck
Swinging like sail in full
Horns razor sharp Madras cow
Clanking down metal aisle
Of three funnelled merchant ship

Dad, up from hot boilers
His mate behind the beast
Hit it with sticks herd it
Back to its wooden corral
Above the hold.

Heat, more flies than sweat
Dad knew white monster
Was coal blistered face
Nostrils hissing air
Steam screaming water
Through pipes, pistons.

Knew caressing its flank
Every flinch, flick, strain
Yawn of engine below
Only way to get there.

Indian cow sacred,
So are ships boilers 

Wombwell Early/Late Stroll Twitter

Wombwell late stroll: Zoom in to gold world, old pump, miners lamp, glass bottles, cricket/tennis bats, canal boat http://t.co/EAjEvBFWfe

Wombwell late stroll: Rain constellations bus window, cars backwash tarmac, droplets break tension ripples natural birdbath.

Wombwell early stroll: Squashed plastic blue pen, empty grey fag packet, lobbed lottery ticket: middle of road Spring revelation

Wombwell early stroll: empty black/red polystyrene Coke Zero cup circles street middle, Black/white fat cat waddles across road: life design

Wombwell late stroll:  After nimbus drops inhale moss like marine pool kelp after wave sea breeze fresh, glowing: Wombwell by the sea.

Wombwell early stroll: pigeons, spuggys shadow puppetry streets, houses. Tarmac warm shivers. Radiant windows flash mirror passing traffic

Wombwell late stroll: Evening spitting, growling, flaming, fluid lads/lasses on heat, short shirts tempers. This is the barbecue.

 

Crow Scare

Out your old, raw eyes
Between thin crows’ feet
Their walking hunger
Sees black fallow fields
All meat and feathers:
Crow parliaments
Mouthy parent birds
Guillotine stray seeds
Divorce husk from flesh
Strewn men and women
Holding back hardship
Broadcast dry fresh seeds.
Black birds snatch and eat
Food for sparse winters
Starved you enter a village
Are greeted, feasted
Given best shelter, clothes
Food, women, friends.
A short year revolves
To scare preying birds
The village men and women
Hone edge on blades
Cut short your visit,
Place you in a field
Tied to seasoned wood