Monday, 28 February 2011

emmotional rooms, no 28

embracing kitchen, stand offish living room,
tetchy hallway, aloof stairs, quiet studio,
humourous bedroom, tricky bathroom

Sunday, 27 February 2011

return, no 27

homecoming, that sense of return,
never quite what you imagine,
a feeling of familiarity and repetition.

Saturday, 26 February 2011

home comforts, no 26

Your annoying
little familiaities.
Being away
makes them
more endearing

Friday, 25 February 2011

overview, no 25

Leaving home for four days.
Time away - time to grow,
to view the landscape
from a distance.

Thursday, 24 February 2011

clutter, no 24

too many things
too much baggage
too many effects
I am going to get rid
of some of them today

Wednesday, 23 February 2011

horizontal posture, no 23

Stretched out on fine, downy cotton.
Gaze at the ceiling, shadow enfolds me.

Tuesday, 22 February 2011

live house, no 22

crying doors
screaking whicker chair
groaning floorboards
whining copper pipes
this house is a born performer

Monday, 21 February 2011

cat, no 21

opening one eye from slumber, 
the cat goddess watches intently,
creeping back under the covers
she gently paws my hair with her
unfamiliar sign language

Sunday, 20 February 2011

need protection? no 20

Becoming a home body,
the safety,
the familiarity,
the objects,
the me-ness of it all.

On Monday I shall fly the nest
beyond this feeling of possession

Saturday, 19 February 2011

Saturday, no 19

kettle boils, scent of coffee, red apples, whiteness of Greek yogurt,
time to breathe in a leisurely Saturday morning

Friday, 18 February 2011

repose, no 18

drifting aimlessly, the duvet as a sail,
seascape a bedroom window.
Reaching land around lunchtime.

Thursday, 17 February 2011

memory, no 17

an insignificant metal object on the top shelf,
time reverses to the small drama's of a
five year old child

Wednesday, 16 February 2011

home? no 16

turn the key,
a sooty, muted moment....

sometimes the familar
evokes hostility

Tuesday, 15 February 2011

no 15

the creek of a floorboard,
same place, same time,
grafted onto my foot.
Curiously comforting

Monday, 14 February 2011

deserving of a Valentines treat, no 14

today is a sleep in day
time to languish
under cool sheets

hibernate and catch up
with imaginings

Sunday, 13 February 2011

human dust, no 13

dust dust dust
the debris of humans
as they go about their
daily business

Saturday, 12 February 2011

Friday, 11 February 2011

familiarity, no 11

Emerging from sleep,
first sip of coffee,
Desert Island Discs,
luxury.

A sudden thought.
I have become my mother.

Thursday, 10 February 2011

shadow part, no 10

Today is a me and my shadow day.
Time, to get know my shadow,
a little more.

Wednesday, 9 February 2011

fragments, no 9

Mirror like triangles of light,
slice through a turn in a white wall

Tuesday, 8 February 2011

home? no 8

carried within,
neither walls or doors,
but a state of mind

Monday, 7 February 2011

old chair, no 7

a curved back, a patchwork of roses
adorned with an extravagant frill

something inherited.

Sunday, 6 February 2011

crack, no 6

a crack in the ceiling,
following it's own course,
leaving a disorderly signature
in the milky whiteness

Saturday, 5 February 2011

an inside out film, no 5

a window frames life through a series of meandering moving pictures

Friday, 4 February 2011

house map, no 4

protection, separation, corners, openings,
rooms, walls, stairs, floors and doors

Wednesday, 2 February 2011

daily demands, no 2

meow miaow mew miaou

a vociferous reminder;
its feeding time.
I submit to your bidding

Tuesday, 1 February 2011

February is home, feet, no 1

Thanks to my friend Fiona a writer and amazing blogger and to Kaspa, who enthused me enough to get involved in a river of stones blog, along with hundreds of other writers.

I have spent January, observing daily moments in time. Now it's February, I am continuing 31 moments in time with a theme each month. For this month, the theme will be home.

What is home, what makes a home, is it the familiar, coming back after a day at work, having that sense of being able to let go and be yourself, a place to think, generate ideas and feel safe, running up and down those same stairs every day, routines of feeding the cat, let me know what you think?


wet feet
chart a watery map
upon cool slate tiles