hook, line and thinker………..

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A fish landed

out of sorts

and complained bitterly

for the lack of salt

and went on to deride the fisherman

for his clumsy boots

the cracked and melting ice

all the noise on the harbour side,

“for goodness sake, couldn’t you just reel me in?

Have some sport? Instead you come

riding the waves and suck me in

to a harvest of woe

and this indignity. To die

in plain sight in front of a man in white

who puts a price on me

and then, cold eyed, moves on

to appraise the rest of us.

If I could I would put a curse on you”

Later, over sweet tea the fisherman

quite satisfied, said to his wife

“it was a fine catch today”

A cup of tea

A cup of tea

A cup of tea

I salute the deep swells

Of an ocean that rolls

It’s hunger audible. Sucking. Heaving.

The breath, then the rasp of shingle

Dragged across the palate

That moment of calm, when

I imagine the stomach is full

Satiated

Before another lunge below the moon

Announces gravity will not wait

And sailors bob on waves

Duty bound, flung in a dance

A flamenco of spray and romance

And me,

So far in land that this

May or may not be happening

But it matters not

Because it satisfies my minds eye.

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

Hampton Ferry

Hampton Ferry

Hampton Ferry

 

An ancient tale

Will travel between the banks

Of England’s most famous river

And here, at Hampton

The ferryman still plys his trade

Oblivious to ghosts and superstition

His transport now is much the same

In that he transfers passengers

And denizens of faraway places

From side to side

And we, the inheritors of now

Indulge ourselves with modern coinage

To perpetuate this ritual

And ruffle the waters

As citizens who find pleasure

In short trips

Sixty something

 

Sixty something 

Syllables, words, accrete like dust

On an empty plate

Not difficult

In this sultry heat

To summon lazy words

And spread them on the page

Let the letters slip

Over local visions

Large ants busy on hot concrete

And my feet, swollen

Past their best

 

These moments stall time

Then melt. Go by in a distortion

Of warmth and languor

Because what is the point

When pointlessness is pleasant

And time freezes in the heat

There is luxury in letting go

I am whole. Absorbed in this thought

Just a mass of blood and bone

My thoughts dwelling in the carapace

I am my mind