As it gets lower


as it gets lower

the summer sun peels the hawk’s shape

out of the sky


This poem was written because watching a hawk hover is pretty hypnotic, I find. And, to finish, aus London, here’s The Yardbirds –


Youth passes, repasses


youth passes, repasses

the smell of water fights

on summer concrete


This poem was written in response to a Proustian moment in the recent warm weather. And, to finish, here’s The Stone Roses, briefly –

By the Flying Fox


by the flying fox

I felt her kisses brushed off

the first spring wind


This poem was written in response to April 1, 2018, another great prompt at Seeds and Sand. The prompt and poems can be read here. Here’s the Flying Fox, looking quaint and English –

flying fox

And, to finish, here’s Rory Gallagher –