lazily painted clouds
over a tide of English Fascists
soaring gulls
© Rachel Green 2019
young man
walking his late father's dogs
Overweight.
Introverted.
I used to chat to his father
play with his dogs
pass the time of day.
The son speaks to no-one
and the dogs seem to
understand
we're not friends
anymore
© Rachel Green 2019
Sunday 31 March 2019
Saturday 30 March 2019
30th March 2019
Friday 29 March 2019
29th March 2019
Thursday 28 March 2019
28th March 2019
Wednesday 27 March 2019
27th March 2019
Snake's head fritillary
rearing their elegant blooms
first cut of the year
© Rachel Green 2019
good intentions
using as exercise ball
as a desk chair
three weeks without incident
(or weight loss, to be honest)
until yesterday
where something goes click
in my left him.
Cue a night of sleepless agony
and an inability to walk.
Painkillers, please.
© Rachel Green 2019
rearing their elegant blooms
first cut of the year
© Rachel Green 2019
good intentions
using as exercise ball
as a desk chair
three weeks without incident
(or weight loss, to be honest)
until yesterday
where something goes click
in my left him.
Cue a night of sleepless agony
and an inability to walk.
Painkillers, please.
© Rachel Green 2019
Tuesday 26 March 2019
26th March 2019
overnight frost
dispelled by cloudy skies
blooming Honesty
© Rachel Green 2019
remember the axe?
the one I put in view
way back in chapter three?
Yes, that's right.
it was a Chekov's gun
and will be used
before the tale is done.
Deus ex Machina?
more like a scalpel
to the synapses.
© Rachel Green 2019
dispelled by cloudy skies
blooming Honesty
© Rachel Green 2019
remember the axe?
the one I put in view
way back in chapter three?
Yes, that's right.
it was a Chekov's gun
and will be used
before the tale is done.
Deus ex Machina?
more like a scalpel
to the synapses.
© Rachel Green 2019
Monday 25 March 2019
25th March 2019
Sunday 24 March 2019
24th March 2019
open windows
bringing the sent of wood garlic
gardening cat
© Rachel Green 2019
despair
photographs of my belly
flapping in the breeze
cut down of food, I think
but I am weak willed
and take delight in food
I am my own worst enemy
help me, Dog,
I need to live alone
and not buy food
© Rachel Green 2019
bringing the sent of wood garlic
gardening cat
© Rachel Green 2019
despair
photographs of my belly
flapping in the breeze
cut down of food, I think
but I am weak willed
and take delight in food
I am my own worst enemy
help me, Dog,
I need to live alone
and not buy food
© Rachel Green 2019
Saturday 23 March 2019
23rd March 2019
Friday 22 March 2019
22nd March 2019
willow leaves
thepalest shade of green
aquilegia shoots
© Rachel Green 2019
old bricks
overheated into glass
deformed lumps
made into garden walls
backed with soil
planted with sedum
and house leeks.
Alvechurch brickyard
taken over for use by the MOD
and never recovered
a quarry of old clay
and fascinating geodes
© Rachel Green 2019
Nute: "Breakfast?" |
aquilegia shoots
© Rachel Green 2019
old bricks
overheated into glass
deformed lumps
made into garden walls
backed with soil
planted with sedum
and house leeks.
Alvechurch brickyard
taken over for use by the MOD
and never recovered
a quarry of old clay
and fascinating geodes
© Rachel Green 2019
Thursday 21 March 2019
21st March 2018
sparrow chatter
along the wooded path
celandines
© Rachel Green 2019
this dream
you have to remember it for a book
the boy who ran the ocean
about a lad (obviously)
who can run so fast
he can run across the water
but sinks if he slows
but the ocean is aware of him
hunts him
with waves like wolf heads
so he seeks refuge on sandbars
and inland
but the sea still follows
rising
© Rachel Green 2019
along the wooded path
celandines
© Rachel Green 2019
this dream
you have to remember it for a book
the boy who ran the ocean
about a lad (obviously)
who can run so fast
he can run across the water
but sinks if he slows
but the ocean is aware of him
hunts him
with waves like wolf heads
so he seeks refuge on sandbars
and inland
but the sea still follows
rising
© Rachel Green 2019
Wednesday 20 March 2019
20th March 2019
Tuesday 19 March 2019
19th March 2019
overcast
the first leaf of a bean sprout
blackened by frost
© Rachel Green 2019
flash briefing
brings all the depressing things
to a bullet list
is there a name for people
who will ill on themselves
to the point of injury?
if there isn't one
may I propose Mayism
after Tantrum Theresa?
© Rachel Green 2019
the first leaf of a bean sprout
blackened by frost
© Rachel Green 2019
flash briefing
brings all the depressing things
to a bullet list
is there a name for people
who will ill on themselves
to the point of injury?
if there isn't one
may I propose Mayism
after Tantrum Theresa?
© Rachel Green 2019
Monday 18 March 2019
18th March 2019
Sunday 17 March 2019
17th March 2019
sunshine
among the forsythia flowers
cavorting sparrows
© Rachel Green 2019
back breaking toil
collecting litter from the wood
a good ton and a half
collected in two hours
car parts and old matresses
full cans of cider
and so much broken glass
I just hope the council
cart it all away
© Rachel Green 2019
among the forsythia flowers
cavorting sparrows
© Rachel Green 2019
back breaking toil
collecting litter from the wood
a good ton and a half
collected in two hours
car parts and old matresses
full cans of cider
and so much broken glass
I just hope the council
cart it all away
© Rachel Green 2019
Saturday 16 March 2019
16th March 2019
rain streaked windows
wind blowing off tree branches
time for yard work
© Rachel Green 2019
pissing rain
and I've agreed to do a litter pick
in the local woodland
I'm going to be wet
and miserable.
Have they arranged the council
to collect the bags afterwards?
Somehow I doubt it.
Still
I'll do my three hours of work
and pat myself on the back
© Rachel Green 2019
wind blowing off tree branches
time for yard work
© Rachel Green 2019
pissing rain
and I've agreed to do a litter pick
in the local woodland
I'm going to be wet
and miserable.
Have they arranged the council
to collect the bags afterwards?
Somehow I doubt it.
Still
I'll do my three hours of work
and pat myself on the back
© Rachel Green 2019
Friday 15 March 2019
15th March 2019
Ides of March
stabbing me with heavy winds
sunshine
© Rachel Green 2019
keep it
only if it brings joy
Mari Kondo's methods
to reduce clutter
expand living space
becomes an inspiration
the two-suitcase method of living
(as featured on Derry Girls)
but what if you're an artist?
Boxes of paint don't bring joy
(though a pot of clean brushes does)
nor does a roll of bare canvas
or the old easel I lost in a house move
(lost joy, there, though my partner hated it)
and what of the poems I wrote
when I was infatuated with Vicky?
They were a bit crap, really,
but it was a good time to be alive
© Rachel Green 2019
stabbing me with heavy winds
sunshine
© Rachel Green 2019
keep it
only if it brings joy
Mari Kondo's methods
to reduce clutter
expand living space
becomes an inspiration
the two-suitcase method of living
(as featured on Derry Girls)
but what if you're an artist?
Boxes of paint don't bring joy
(though a pot of clean brushes does)
nor does a roll of bare canvas
or the old easel I lost in a house move
(lost joy, there, though my partner hated it)
and what of the poems I wrote
when I was infatuated with Vicky?
They were a bit crap, really,
but it was a good time to be alive
© Rachel Green 2019
Thursday 14 March 2019
14th March 2019
sunny interluds
between the showers and the wind
dog walking
© Rachel Green 2019
trying to write
when half the book
has vanished from the cloud
remembering the plot
is more difficult than I thought.
I deviated from my notes
and my leg hurts
where I kneed the wall
during a nightmare.
© Rachel Green 2019
between the showers and the wind
dog walking
© Rachel Green 2019
trying to write
when half the book
has vanished from the cloud
remembering the plot
is more difficult than I thought.
I deviated from my notes
and my leg hurts
where I kneed the wall
during a nightmare.
© Rachel Green 2019
Wednesday 13 March 2019
13th March 2019
dark clouds
whisked by with gale force winds
lost internet
© Rachel Green 2019
casually
threading a cocktail stick
through an old piercing hole
trying to determine clarity
I'd rather not re-pierce
if I can trace the original hole.
The use of jewellery
reveals I'm over jiu-jitsu
at least for now.
I won't return to the guy
who ridiculed me twice-weekly
© Rachel Green 2019
whisked by with gale force winds
lost internet
© Rachel Green 2019
casually
threading a cocktail stick
through an old piercing hole
trying to determine clarity
I'd rather not re-pierce
if I can trace the original hole.
The use of jewellery
reveals I'm over jiu-jitsu
at least for now.
I won't return to the guy
who ridiculed me twice-weekly
© Rachel Green 2019
Tuesday 12 March 2019
12th March 2019
wind and rain
the bin tipped over
broken glass
© Rachel Green 2019
lost words
between renaming files
and a defunct computer
I've lost the whole of chapter one.
I was so damned careful as well
converting to google docs
to have everything in one place
Where did it go?
Honestly, I'm gobsmacked to have lost it
I've always been so careful
and thought I was doubly so.
No trace.
I'm lost for words.
My lost Finn.
© Rachel Green 2019
the bin tipped over
broken glass
© Rachel Green 2019
lost words
between renaming files
and a defunct computer
I've lost the whole of chapter one.
I was so damned careful as well
converting to google docs
to have everything in one place
Where did it go?
Honestly, I'm gobsmacked to have lost it
I've always been so careful
and thought I was doubly so.
No trace.
I'm lost for words.
My lost Finn.
© Rachel Green 2019
Monday 11 March 2019
11th March 2019
warm sunshine
melting away the from
doggy footprints
© Rachel Green 2019
I think the lack of poetry
is beginning to affect me
words dry out in my throat
and I cause offence
without the intention.
One does not make jokes about buleimia
in polite society
nor does one defend one's compost bins
with such ferocity
I need to integrate
with polite soceity
and remember that not everyone
is tolerant of sarcasm
© Rachel Green 2019
melting away the from
doggy footprints
© Rachel Green 2019
I think the lack of poetry
is beginning to affect me
words dry out in my throat
and I cause offence
without the intention.
One does not make jokes about buleimia
in polite society
nor does one defend one's compost bins
with such ferocity
I need to integrate
with polite soceity
and remember that not everyone
is tolerant of sarcasm
© Rachel Green 2019
Sunday 10 March 2019
10th March 2019
Saturday 9 March 2019
9th March 2018
Friday 8 March 2019
8th March 2019
sunshine
sheets on the washing line
torrential rain
© Rachel Green 2019
Some of the things
I did as a teenager
I'm certainly not proud of.
Random acts of vandalism
school desks and buses
grafitti on public walls
housing estate parkour before it was cool
BJs in the bike sheds
and a thriving porb business
out of my school locker
but worst of all
and I say this with distate
was the promotion of religion
© Rachel Green 2019
sheets on the washing line
torrential rain
© Rachel Green 2019
Some of the things
I did as a teenager
I'm certainly not proud of.
Random acts of vandalism
school desks and buses
grafitti on public walls
housing estate parkour before it was cool
BJs in the bike sheds
and a thriving porb business
out of my school locker
but worst of all
and I say this with distate
was the promotion of religion
© Rachel Green 2019
Thursday 7 March 2019
7th March 2019
Wednesday 6 March 2019
6th March 2019
Tuesday 5 March 2019
5th March 2019
dandelions
stretching feathery faces to the sun
lakeside mallards
© Rachel Green 2019
wooden floor
at the Phoenix club
dancing lessons.
I should wear different shoes
my non-slip trainers
make a hash of the soft-shoe shuffle
beginner's line dancing
among the veterans of the disco age
© Rachel Green 2019
stretching feathery faces to the sun
lakeside mallards
© Rachel Green 2019
wooden floor
at the Phoenix club
dancing lessons.
I should wear different shoes
my non-slip trainers
make a hash of the soft-shoe shuffle
beginner's line dancing
among the veterans of the disco age
© Rachel Green 2019
Monday 4 March 2019
4th March 2019
Sunday 3 March 2019
3rd March 2019
Saturday 2 March 2019
2nd March 2019
Friday 1 March 2019
1st March 2019
miniature narcissi
bowing under the rain
a late schoolchild
© Rachel Green 2019
flash to backstory
when I was angry at my brother
for telling my mom about me smoking
and in revenge I outed him for being gay
A Catholic school
right winged parents
Brexit value students
They taught him a lesson
and took it too far.
Convicted minors.
© Rachel Green 2019
is it time for walkies? |
a late schoolchild
© Rachel Green 2019
flash to backstory
when I was angry at my brother
for telling my mom about me smoking
and in revenge I outed him for being gay
A Catholic school
right winged parents
Brexit value students
They taught him a lesson
and took it too far.
Convicted minors.
© Rachel Green 2019
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