a walk around the cricket pitch

a walk around the cricket pitch. pic for poem

 

on and on the breath, in columns, goes

onwards as if marching to roam

beyond far walls and more beyonds  than an Irish spell

and in the margins crickets make their chirrups

of beating wings but I hear only silence and solemn air

and my wife is exasperated that I cannot hear them

as their agitation is all around,  so she tuts,

making her own boundary wall of sound to admonish me

for my deafness to the cricket’s pitch

and I wonder as we perambulate whether

I am lacking in other ways and whether

monogamy is all they crack it up to be

after all this time living in sighs

perhaps I have been caught Leg Before Wicket

a premature end to my meanderings

never mind . another circuit. more raucous appeals

and we’ll leave it all behind

the umpire at the centre and the scorer at the margins

a wide open door – and dreams

Kiki

Kiki

 

I take the dog out for a walk

though for her it’s an exercise

in reading the morning papers, sniffing out the headlines

and finding those hidden meanings

that  make her want to squat

and piss upon what passes for news

 

In the early stages she is simply intent

on the leader articles and local items

waiting until she has emptied her bowels

kicked back at the earth to cover her tracks

and swaggered off while I bag up the mess

before she goes on to the gossip and sport

 

We go on like this around the rugby pitches

and through a latch gate to a narrow path

that acts as a bridal way both of us navigate with different hopes;

hers that she will see a horse, a rabbit or squirrel to chase,

mine, that it will unravel  peacefully until we turn left

onto common ground and the relative safety of the park.

Hampton Hounds from Hampton’s Rhymes

Kiki. A ridiculous dog

Kiki. A ridiculous dog

 

I call my dog ridiculous

A term of endearment tinged with truth

And we go out on a regular basis

 

In this I’m not alone

For all around converge

On local scenes

 

Days become rituals

When those of us with leads on dogs

Becomes experts on matters of the day

 

Encounters with strangers

Often end well

Because dogs dispense with formalities

 

Conversation, however stilted

Is civil and shared

With an emotional bond

 

The dog may be a tramp

A mongrel, bitch or vagabond

But owners invariably share the love of them

 

Their names, like fortune cookies

Are full of hope

From Ocean to Sky, Hollie and Bella

 

So, on Hamptons roads

Parks and open spaces

And places further afield

 

My ridiculous dog

Rubs shoulders with hilarious hounds

All tangled up in this funny old world