On my way to buy a morning paper
4 / 7
Iridescent rainbow in the gutter
red orange yellow holographic shine
closer, blue green indigo bedazzles
courtesy of Benson Hedges
6 / 7
A rough, tobacco-damaged, dirty chuckle,
conjured up a much-loved and delinquent aunt
who took me apple-scrumping when I was eight
26 / 7
Large, empty plastic bottles
spill out of recycling bag.
Don't they know how therapeutic
it is to stamp them flat?
11 / 8
Pink neon reflected on the fish and chip shop tiles,
and again across the puddled tarmac of the car park,
a fractured, trailing Isadora Duncan chiffon scarf.
26 / 8
Ahead of me a young man, good looking, emerges
slipping silently from behind a tall back gate.
Crosses the road and just as silently disappears behind another
... ah, but if he had, he surely would have been more dishevelled?
27 / 9
Splendid pile of fungus:
griddle scones awaiting maple syrup
7 / 10
So contrast-cold this morning
that I check the condensation on the car
to make sure it's not frost.
12 / 10
Paper shop shuttered
paper not bought
shape of the day
13 / 10
high heels and a towelling dressing gown
searches the boot of her car
18 / 10
Two overhead geese,
ten degrees apart,
noisy enough for a 'V' of a couple of dozen
19 / 10
Semi-circle moon above my head
onto a blue-grey blanket.
25 / 10
Spat of rain and rustling raincoat,
squelch and slick of squeaking boots,
detract from silent dark and thoughtful contemplation.
27 / 10
Absence of blanketing wind
enables tiny, coloured stitches of sound
to be heard, as background pattern.
7 / 11
the bonnet of a turquoise car,
scattered golden leaves
rime-edged and frost-adhered.
14 / 11
A slew of eggshells
pale and slimy-stuck to tarmac,
adherence for a cast-off car key
15 / 11
and the sky this morning
wet on creamy-papered wet
Paynes Grey and a touch of Burnt Sienna
16 / 11
Crow, raucous at the top of a silver birch,
and I hear the central locking of the car parked underneath click open
'Clever crow' I think.
26 / 11
Stepping stones of yellow sycamore
stuck to the rain-damp road
1 / 12
Fifty minutes late
and no-one says 'good morning'
- we have not the two years plus
of graduated nodding
2 / 12
For ten days now,
a mattress and a divan
brand new, polythene-wrapped
at the side of the house next but one.
5 / 12
Frowning to stay upright
I dissuade all morning greetings
and omit to post the letters
I diverted for
6 / 12
Turned a dark corner to be met with disaster
myriad blue flashing lights
a moment to realise it's not an emergency
but somebody's tree-full for christmas
7 / 12
Difficult to tell in the dark
whether blackness of sky
is due to lack of the sun
or imminent pouring down rain
13 / 12
puddles pale oases,
4 / 1 (late)
Clouds both pink and blue,
sex not yet determined.
6 / 1
Lilac clouds this morning
and I ponder on the possibility
of purple rain.
9 / 1
Mis-matched same-age schoolboys
uniform failing to disguise
the randomness of puberty
more morning paper notes can be found in Sandra's blog:
stones of communication / small stones
words: Sandra Davies, UK (lines of communication)
'Pictures in the pavement' - Jean Morris, UK (tasting rhubarb )