Welcome to my 'small stone' blog.
I hope you find
something here that will touch your heart. The poems here will all be very short, some will be a Haiku style, and were prompted by the 'a river of stones' project: http://ariverofstones.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-is-small-stone.html
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Sunday, 10 August 2014

A stampede for the shore

The buffalo herd wave,
spray, like prairie dust
below its feet,
stampedes for the shore.

There will be

In its wake
toppled children
add to the brine
with their salty tears.

Wednesday, 6 August 2014

To shake off this dust,

To shake off this dust,
from whence I came,
Eden's spawn
 so long ago
is beyond my measure.

This contaminated creation dust,
self sullied selfish grime,
clings in daily torment
and draws me
ever closer
to the dust
whose siren call
creates time.

Wednesday, 23 July 2014

mock waterfall haiku

in raggedy web
spilling like a waterfall
debris in descent

Saturday, 5 April 2014

Moving on

Moving on,
the stuttered steps
lost beneath your feet,
you move higher,
though slower,
in the altitude of days.

Thursday, 27 February 2014

It was never meant to be permanent

There’s a dancing light colouring the sky,
its crayon lining cosmetics
an eye liner eye-grabber
beyond the prisming rain.
It fades as the snappers dilute it
with their camera-phones -
the paraphernalia of instants
and facebook boasting.
It was never meant
to be permanent,
but now lies captured
and repeated at whims
on screens.
The beauty stays in that moment -
the conversation of eye and sky
the penetration of light
and the intimacy
of seeing.

Saturday, 8 February 2014


The crackling timbrel of hail
smacks my window
like an angry parent,
while the wind
howls its encouragement
and the blue sky hides
behind a sofa of cloud.

Friday, 31 January 2014

31. Inflamed

Bright and burning
with a desire to fire
the gasses hiss
and the flames get higher.
Like lip touched coals
(the vision of Isaiah)
a pyrotechnic poem
leaps from the pyre.

Thursday, 30 January 2014

30. Heart of stone

Among the random pebbles
and glistening vibrant colours
this stone speaks.
It may resemble a heart
but it does not pulse,
it is fixed
until some passing rock
chips another facet
in its superficial hardness
or the roughage of arbitrary tides
smooth its surface against
its fellows.
How alike we are.

Tuesday, 28 January 2014

29. bystanders

Boulders stand at a distance
staring at the youth
dressed to impress
beyond the hedgerow.
Their weather-worn facets
the wrinkling of age and exposure
and centuries of standing still.

With a single eye the stare is returned
as the tower considers
it’s destiny.

28. peacock

A sun burst of dawning eyes
flaunted, regal, romancing –
the allure in azure shades
and tender ballet dancing.

Monday, 27 January 2014

27. Avebury's henge

Summer flirts on the chalk path -
a dusty hedge encompassing Avebury’s henge.
Five thousand summers have blessed this place
their footfalls on other mystic paths
through undiscovered stones,
buried by time,
beneath tourists daily feet.

Sunday, 26 January 2014

26. aerodrome

From high vantage
the wing commander
scans for safe passage
as his legion
awaits command.

Friday, 24 January 2014

25. First sitting

Like Braille upon a page
or music on a stave
waiting to be read
the starling cacophony
sits in chorus

24. Easter Island at Lindisfarne ?

Wooden monoliths;
their larch lapped facades
peek from the soil
to glimpse a greener vista.
Turning their backs
on seafaring
they store landlubbered
and tools for a journey
they will never take.
Rain whipping in the wind,
flagellant upon their keels,
raps staccato morse messages
unintelligible Babel rantings
in the winter storms.
Their underbellies consider
the riding of waves
and surf-spray caresses
as bright exposure
strips their hulls.

Wednesday, 22 January 2014

23. underneath the arches

Underneath the arches
culvert and path
Water streams noisily
to join its brethren -
the homogeny of river
searching for sea level.
The walker,
in her own flow
of quieter contemplation,
treads a path
upstream –
the source more enticing
than the standardisation
of oceans.

22. more small stones

The newly fallen -
sharply crisp,
unblunted by jog and jostle,
fresh faced
fractured revelations of antiquity.
Ancient past
to contemporary eyes.

Monday, 20 January 2014

21. willows

In silent mourning
the willow
beside a tarmac stream.
Its watery companion
usurped by fume
and ‘progress’.
Rainstorms try to reclaim
their lost territory
in sodden salvoes.
A torrent
of angry motorists
discharge broadside bombardments
across the pathway
wetting the feet of the trees,
bringing reminiscences
from within the rings.

20. 'out of the strong came forth sweetness'

The day bids farewell
with honey on its lips -
like golden syrup
slipping slowly
from a spoon.

Judges  14 v 4  ‘ Out of the eater came forth meat, and out of the strong came forth sweetness.
quoted on Tate & Lyle’s  Golden syrup tins 

Saturday, 18 January 2014

19. candy floss

A pink rose-cloud
of stranded sugar
taunts the tastebuds
with its sticky
In the background
a brash soundtrack
of brassy pop music
and screams
from spinning cages 
and undodged dodgems.


18. The gurning hedgerow

Green ogres line the path
gurning at passers-by
running the gauntlet of their glances.
Or are they hiding their eyes ?
Leafy hands protecting
lest they see their reflection
in some random glass.

Topiarists have been at work;
green-fingered sunlight
 petrifying  these Trolls.
The coming of dawn -
the application
of discriminating secateurs.

Friday, 17 January 2014

17. unwrapping

No longer Christmas day
and the urgent unwrapping
of that day fades -
the discarded paper
 dispatched to the bin.
What will you unwrap today,
little man?
The revelation of a new day
pristine in its wrappings,
content hidden from sight.

Wednesday, 15 January 2014

16. ....suddenly

The sun suddenly hides
within darkness
and the temperature freefalls
in a squall of angry wind.
Clouds clap their  thunder
in celebration of victory
to the rapturous applause
of the bouncing hail.

15. coming or going

Shielded in a confusion of steam
the proclamation of piston
announces movement
but does not reveal

Tuesday, 14 January 2014

14. off season

The sun scatters light flakes on the sea
lightly dusting its radiance
upon the undulating mirror.
Meanwhile the town yawns
in its dearth of visitors
and its out of season sleepiness.

Monday, 13 January 2014

13. at dusk

At dusk the final
 blush of day flushes colour
into a shadow.

Sunday, 12 January 2014

12. trimmings

Beyond twelfth night.
The gentle drip
of pseudo Spring
slips from the frosted
of decorated trees
as Christmas
loses its sparkle.

Saturday, 11 January 2014

11. North sea contemplation

Warmer days
and calmer seas;
a gentle touch
ministrates to tired toes.
Lost in thought
while the reflection
drowns in sodden sand.

Friday, 10 January 2014

10. the invitation of satin

What glides within me
at the highlights of satin
and its swirl of sheen;
the glossy movement
of sliding colour
and the finger-tip touch of glass ?
The temptation to handle -
I am an ice-skater
early to the lake,
I am
a ski-jumper
on an avalanche
of shades.

Thursday, 9 January 2014

9. shivered timbers

marooned in the field
like an abandoned pirate,
the tree faces the cold
with shivered timbers.

Wednesday, 8 January 2014

8. wandering home

the sheep tempts providence
and the possibility of trolls
to cross the bridge home.
and heavy with wool,
the risk fades
with the nearing
of the other side.

Tuesday, 7 January 2014

7. the bridge stares

The bridge looks like spectacles.
I wonder if it looks downstream
to the things that have passed
spreading like the ripples
of history,
or stares upstream
expectantly to the fresh flow
of early rain.

Monday, 6 January 2014

6. the cockerel in the sky

The clouds are crowing,
growing stronger
and promise
a laying
of rain
if the chickens
ure up for it.

Sunday, 5 January 2014

5. in the story

Wrapped in soft warmth,
enfolded in an afterglow of bath-time,
words cuddle the imagination
as the story unfolds.