Hawkers

Our frail back door sat double-locked as I did not want another invasion of pitched voices from passing-by knocking salesmen Her cheeping sister and clucking mother hammered loudly - an unhoped arrival - with hops inwards and trite explanations - Them: Some small gifts for the birthday girl! Me: Sorry - She's at school They were … Continue reading Hawkers

Warming

Each bared upper branch is sunset-torched oxidised reddened by that last touch of low light off this third month's fooling dusk A slumped red hour ending a widely-held disbelief of an unexpectedly warm day in March once marked by late snow but not by my fifth decade's birth date now re-set by summer's early incremates … Continue reading Warming