Sunday, November 30, 2008

#30: Temerity

A quiet wordy work-out:
Back to prose-posting

Friday, November 28, 2008

#28: Tryers

Grey urban desert
Fracturing pub football calls
Parkland oasis

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

#26: Tornado

Whistle fizz and pop
Catherine Wheel, a real sparkler
What would her Mum say?

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

#25: Tursdale

Small stony terrace
A motorway's quick cold cut:
Escape to the coast?

Monday, November 24, 2008

#24: Tolerance (Overheard #8)

You'd leave the city?
In light of a far-right win:
Line drawn - house for sale

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Saturday, November 22, 2008

#22: Trees

The kingfisher rests
A swan beats short sharp ripples
The angler dozes

Friday, November 21, 2008

Thursday, November 20, 2008

#20: Train (Overhead #7)

A Derby-bound train
An actor's lost his ticket -
'Just shut-up and pay'

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

#19: Too

Too much love will kill
Too much hate will devastate
Too much cake will bloat

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

#18: Trippin'

All you've ever felt
It's never just a baby -
Even when it shines

Monday, November 17, 2008

#17: Think

Beyond the jetty
Look far out - across the lake
Must take time to think

Sunday, November 16, 2008

#16: Trapped

Early dark, cold nights
And the city's wrapping up
But where does she go?

Saturday, November 15, 2008

#15: Treat

I want a teapot
Yes, for Christmas - hand-painted
The design's your choice

Friday, November 14, 2008

#14: Towering

Really? She said that?
'You're a fat twat, and that's that' -
Sounds like you fucked up

Thursday, November 13, 2008

#13: Turquoise

Chipped, dirtied and raw
Varnish, the stable girl wore -
Shades of Friday night

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

#12: Tat

Can you hear that -
A kind of scratching rat-tat
Is it next door's cat?

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

#11: Tension

I don't want to work
I want to watch 24:
Jack versus the world

Monday, November 10, 2008

#10: Tango

I can't dance, I won't
You can't make me, just don't try
Would wild flailing count?

Sunday, November 09, 2008

#9: Think

Maybe that could work
Betwixt, between, wry daydream
Look - but never touch

Saturday, November 08, 2008

#8: Transport

Clapped out, it won't go
A carburettor laid low
Do not mention 'bus'

Friday, November 07, 2008

#7: Tick-Tock

Put your shoes on - now
None of that 'I'm not going'
Where have my keys gone

Thursday, November 06, 2008

#6: Tea

What's for tea, darling -
Or, what would you like, my love?
See - I am learning

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

#5: Touch

The old man drinks much
At heart, he's a gentle touch
Sadly, he's failing

Tuesday, November 04, 2008

#4: Ticket

A season ticket:
Disappointment many times
Same again next year?

Monday, November 03, 2008

#3: True

Welcome to our town
Culinarily, we've grown
Look: Pie Minister!

Sunday, November 02, 2008

#2: Tease

A relationship
Forged through a haiku ding-dong
Disgorged: right and wrong

Saturday, November 01, 2008

#1: Tiny

It had been a very pleasant evening of creatively-tasked partying people, in Stoke-on-Trent and Preston, all linked-up by Skype. Someone, somewhere between Jeremy Paxman and Alan Partridge, got a little carried away. (Blushes). My own creative task had been to write a haiku poem that referred to the evening. Thus:

Cleavage from Preston
To tiny garden people
Gallery open!

Mentioning to the party's host that I'd once begun a romantic relationship through haiku, but that that was in the past, the host insisted 'You should get back to it - do more'. Not really wanting to ask why, I mumbled something about thinking about it. And so:

I'll be making a greater than average - though hugely concise - number of imperfect posts through the month of November.

Unlike the central 17 syllables above, for the rest of the month, there'll be no explanations.