SanctuaryI found a tree with a knotty hollowSanctuary by aldwarke
Inside the dark there rested a robin
Standing still with staring eyes wide open
Her plumage lacking lustre
Like a needle felt bird in a craft show
At twenty dollars, delicately made
Waiting in the moss, waiting for a lull
In the icy wind, waiting for the chance
To forage for food for her very life's sake
I put out a careful finger caressed
The down on her red breast and dun hued head
She fell back, tiny claws, legs stretched up, stiff
Like telegraph poles without wires.
One more to add to millions of lonely deaths.
Tanka Summer 1Tanka Summer 1 by aldwarke
Garden meditations during an
unusually hot English Summer
Panting dogs lie prone,
Birds make gargantuan gapes
Gasping for cool air
Fishes pouting from the pond
Blow kisses to damsel flies.
On clear gauzy wings
Dragonflies and lacewings circle
Spectre with a HoodSpectre with a Hood by aldwarke
Spectre with a Hood
Most days I see him, the spectre with a hood.
Head and rounded shoulders bent forward he walks,
No, trudges the country road I always use
On my frequent forays into the town.
Clad in faded camouflage gear he carries
In one hand a plastic supermarket bag
While his shoulders tote a flaccid rucksack.
He is looking neither forward nor sideways,
But always downwards, he is oblivious
To the white cow parsley in the verges,
To the late blackthorn and the may blossom
Emerging from which a startled blackbird,
Cackling her alarm call, darts across his face.
Such strange behaviour, I say to my friends
Who reply ‘He’s off for his free methadone’,
Dismissive as if this answer explains all.
Shanty TownsShanty Towns by aldwarke
Ghost-like waifs in ragged shrouds haunt refuse tips
Haggard mothers dry suckle big bellied babes
Beggars, beseeching, stare from sightless sockets
Our brothers and sisters in another land.
Who live in shacks of tin in shanty towns.
Don't tell me about your bloody headache!