1st August 1953 -
28th December 2015
Weather Watch
Weather Watch
Yesterday
a proper darkness,
modest,
semi-starlit. Not too showy:
no
conflict between Orion, The Plough
and
solar-powered 'nite-lights'.
A
little light rain for atmosphere.
Spectacles
spotted, sight altered,
I
imagine myself
a
sideways-seeing insect.
Now,
in front of the houses,
those
tangerine street lights
become
imperious giraffes
processing,
stately, aloof.
A
Tesco delivery truck
creates
sound-waves
that
pattern pavements pewter,
re-direct
droplets
in
an anti-gravity movement
to
shivering shed roofs.
And
soon the sky lowers itself
in
a bilious tumble
as
if the heavens need antacid.
Elemental
energy
seemingly
indigestible.
Blithering
snowflakes
huddle
for security?
not
knowing there is no safety
in
the winds irascible blunder.
The
bird-table wears ermine,
car
is re-designed by nomadic snow.
I
shine a torch, landscape
has
become a Mexican wave.
It's
time for boots and sensible gloves.
Clean
breath is softer than new love.
Then
, in the future,
polished
moon,
a
sky perforated with brilliance
from
the long dead.
This
is a time of spirit,
heart
and sense,
not
head.
Rob
Hoyle
I have found a few poems by Rob Hoyle, and chosen one to include for this colder season. He could put into words what an artist could do with a brush.
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