sunshine
on the bird table
sparrows feeding
© Rachel Green 2019
Guilt and Regret
25.
in Bromsgrove winte
your black and red scarf,
against the grey monuments
of cemetery stone
fresh from cleaning the pub
you stank of bleach
and yesterday's beer
shuddering as you related
the horrors of the Gents' loos
and the sticky lino
and lounge room carpets
that sucked at our feet
walking down the high street
Woolworths and Burger King
and the little tea shop at the botton
one tea, one lemon tea
and a toasted teacake to share.
Saturday morning antiques market
Borstal roll-ups
warm our mouths,
our fingers
Our ears pierced again
for "fifty pence an ear"
but two holes in one lobe
was still a pound
your parent's house
where your dad played chess
against a ZX Spectrum
and your mum watched telly
with the bedroom door open.
skoking at the bedroom window
fucking with skirts on
because your mum looks in
and your sister
drinking cocktails
chicken chinese take away
I only eat the veggies
under the steaky lines
of a rented VHS
College years
I visited every weekend
until you went away
and found someone new
that last visit
to my flat in wolverhampton
where the rats played water pipe organ
and we fucked for the last time
and I moved on.
© Rachel Green 2019
damp and overcast
heralded by crows
silent house
left over from a Christmas market
on the cold winter grass
blue sky
a distinct pinkness
through the leafless birch
twelve sparrows
low mist
frost melting on the grass
Amsterdam dawn
dark clouds
cold wind
windy morning
on the neighbour's chimney tops
fading into memory 
barrelling past the town
low clouds
clear skies
glittering on a winter lawn
a vee of sixty geese
with the possibility of brightness
heavy frost
sunshine
cold wind
dreary day
but the rain has stopped
yellow with birch leaves
morning fog
damp morning
another drear
overcast
on the bird table
bidding goodbye to the cornflowers
brightness
heavy rain
grey morning
wet and windy
fallen leaves
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Wet again, and cold
