In order of composition, newest at the top.
Photographs from Ashurst, New Forest unless indicated otherwise
Judging by the guide
to its wildlife in winter
even the hardest of the park’s inhabitants
will start to feel the cold.
The Big Van has gone
I don’t remember it having a tail,
but it seems to have wagged it
on the way out.
File under
‘I can't believe
they're not leaves’
while knowing you can believe it easily enough.
Do they sell buzzes
and bangs
or is the shop called Onamatopia
because that was the least
onomatopoeic word they could conjure?
(Lyndhurst)
There's the whistle!
Have they just begun
or was that the sale’s
concluding Phweeeeep!!!
?
(Marylebone, London)
I know I’m not much
of a completer-finisher
but I do OK
when it comes to books and sex and Twix.
The moss caterpillar
is crossing the woodland floor.
Its butterflies are rather rare,
I wonder what we're in for?
From where
would you like
your bricks knocked out?
This wall seems to know.
(Totton)
Brett the window
cleaner is a helpful chap
but he’s left our hosepipe out on the lawn.
Does he not realise that, under Stephian law,
that’s very close to a capital offence?
Here's a house
that failed the test
of reading the seasonally altered
waste collection schedule.
Having spent a summer
without occlusion
I’m happy enough to see, if imprecisely,
matters getting vague.
That's what I call
a thorough felling:
I'll found a tree religion
if it rises from that!
Supposing the shadow
of wood on wood
were an illusion,
where would we be?
Time again to monitor
how the paint is chipping
in the pedestrian underpass
that runs beneath the A 326.
The sun is winning
the tunnel’s light contest
despite the handicap
of 93 million miles.
Here may be where not
to live
Right up against the railway line
at just the point where trains must hoot
to warn any pedestrians on the upcoming crossing.
(3 Foxhill Close,
Ashurst)
A fridge
in the forest?
That
is not cool.
If I had a parking
spot
as convenient as this
I, too, might be
exceptionally reluctant to leave it.
(Southampton)
These chafer grubs
appearing to grin at each other,
might both be looking to say:
‘It’s no good grinning when you’re dead’.
Has anybody seen a dog
without a blue lead?
It was being taken for a walk
by a woman with a matching lack.
The Forest Edge
retirement flats
are three miles from any plausible forest,
leading me to wonder
just how big an edge can be…
(Totton)






















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