Tense Haiku

Rats play on the lawn.
A bird of prey swoops. Takes one.
Rat plays on the lawn.

The Boar Dream

In my dream we bought a big boar. It was wearing a rough, grey greatcoat.
We set it loose in a muddy field that soaked up the meagre light.
It seemed friendly enough despite its reputation.
Until it head butted a cow.
Then it had to go.

Ripples Do Their Thing

This blog thing. Throw a blog into the cybersea and the ripples dislodge all sorts of artistic barnacles from the bottom of life's boats. As old mailart acquaintances begin to show up I can see I'm going to have to either start a second art and music oriented blog or widen this one to include my other lives. But do I really have time for yet another displacement activity? I've got this children's book to write by the end of August. Oh dear. Oh dear.

Leap Second

 The Earth is slowing down. One second here. Another there. To keep our watches and computers and calendars on the button, every few years we add a second at New Year’s Eve. I guess we add it there because most people are too drunk to notice. Soon, as the Earth continues to slow, we will be adding the second every year.
Why is the Earth is slowing down?
The rise and fall of tides. The drag of winds blowing on mountains. The reluctance of the human heart.

Train Poem (5)

Empty Platform
 
As the train pulls in
To the empty platform
It seems to underscore
Life's loneliness

Then I see
An old couple
On a bench
Well-wrapped
In a single new
Bright -blue scarf

More About Foxes

Thanks to foxhunting there are very few foxes left in the British countryside, save one or two masquerading as badgers. Most foxes have moved to the town. And so the Hunt is having to adapt. Their plan is to abandon horses and instead ride Lambrettas. Soon it could become a common site to hear the beep beep of the hunting hooter and see twenty or so hunters on shiny red and black motor scooters whizzing over your lawn.

Hippopoku

Hippopotamus
It’s a wonder how you squeezed
Into this haiku