Squirrel intestines,
plucked fleshy harp strings thrum their valediction song across a gum dot constellation of rain-silvered pavement.
Bird scolds metallic,
jolted cutlery in a draw.
Wren zip wires across road,
long chain of chimes follow toward flailed wall of hawthorn through rare punctuations of road-shush cars:
splinters;
sparks of arc weld,
ghosts of colour which shower the senses.
Drone music of traffic flow, all vehicular vibrato and baritone buzz.
Sky,
slab of knife-cut blackcurrant jelly,
thrown,
slap-stuck against a tiled wall.
Roadside smudge-edge yellow bars of paint imprison leathery leaves,
cigarette packet,
a denuded Sylvanian family mouse with arms and legs positioned mid-walk in an oily rainbow-stained wash of gravel
and beckon bony finger twigs.
Profile,
fuzz-mottled with moss,
wind-rubbed by Mother Nature,
grey frieze figures in profile,
stained green;
eyes to the Heavens,
limb-stretched to-the-max,
loin cloths and muscles:
folds in wind-rippled flags.
Time Rewards Industry; Punishes Sloth:
Time? A clock no longer strikes,
hands above heart in permanent prayer.
Jackdaws,
pleated black gowns;
ironed grey waistcoats,
cackle,
crackle in the clock tower,
fire-y laughter and rebuke.
They interplay solitaire with the ‘v’-shape fascia,
pop-in,
pop-out of cavities;
punches of portals;
interpolate,
answer back with a sharp beak crack,
ratcheted-up trills of blue tits` alarm calls,
the muted warning whistle of a nest-bound blackbird.
Jackdaws,
all out,
collect,
straight as skittles,
perch on a taut,
thick liquorice strand of insulated wire.
An anchor drops out of the sky,
falls in deceptive slow spirals and glides, closer, closer;
bright gold,
washed,
sieved at the edges of a black-hearted pool;
its eye.
