Tuesday 13 September 2011

no 13

black,
sister and brother,
their stares without
any judgement,
already friends
no formality
necessary

Monday 12 September 2011

no 12

deep black, the forest at night,
and when you roll over
I am blinded by a sweep of white light
over your belly

Sunday 11 September 2011

no 11

from this window;
nothing but
green
cultivated, tamed
nature

Saturday 10 September 2011

bird, no 10

a bird erupts
from lofty grass,
propeller wings
advancing

Friday 9 September 2011

black dog, no 9

a paw on
my shoulder,
we lay together,
on rain wet grass,
your breath a
perpetual song

Thursday 8 September 2011

no 8

warm billowing clouds
give way to a few minutes
of scintillating light

an Essex house, no 7

wooden slatted,
woven walls,
exposed to the air

Wednesday 7 September 2011

black wet dog, no 7

wet, sleak, slippery,
black silver light,
oily to touch

Tuesday 6 September 2011

syrupy, no 6

honey syrup
pears
lie
squashed
and
weeping
on a track

Monday 5 September 2011

interweave, no 5

waltzing
corn
marry
with
tufted
trembling
heads

Sunday 4 September 2011

no 4

a pinprick
of a man,
buffing up
the silvery hat
of a sail-less
windmill

Saturday 3 September 2011

underfoot, no 3

an expanse
of acorns;
bubble wrap
exploding
underfoot

Friday 2 September 2011

sky, no 2

A dappled sky of muted silver and smoky heather

Thursday 1 September 2011

lifes taken over

Somehow life has taken over my daily rhythm of writing. I am trying to play catch up and spend this month open to all that's around me, hope to hear your experiences as well Annie x

tranformation, no 1

Sound of metal ringing in the distance
for a moment it is tranformed into wind