Glass Onion

in the corner 
a mother with babies 
- constellation of the spider

a telephone conversation 
slowly fading 
evening light

It rained and my trousers became too long.

in her front garden
carefully sewing
a worn patch
of grass

Note to self: If someone is eating a bowl of oats directly in front of you do not make them laugh.

This morning I was awoken by a three note descending bark of a dog. This three note descending bark was echoed by many people throughout the day. If we had been anywhere other than the middle of an island I would have suggested that we all go to the beach and chase tennis balls in and out of the sea until the salty air burned our lungs and turned all of our clothes white.

dampened spirits 
drunken football supporters 
on the dry train home

a room of etchings 
the gallery attendant 
lost in the darks

sleeping at her stall 
with handbags 
under her eyes

accidental toreador 
taking off my coat 
on the cycle lane

“75cm fine round” said the cobbler to my shoe.

last bus of the night
breaking the silence
a child’s party blower

ducking lower 
under the lampshade 
with the spider

children’s toys 
patiently waiting 
at the hospital

on the third morning 
the cat bathing in sunlight 
is a tree stump