Thursday, February 26, 2009

Crocuses





suddenly
a bed of crocuses
purple, like a bruise


Photo crocus on black by Swiv

http://www.flickr.com/photos/swiv/421250906/

Monday, February 16, 2009

Dehydration

“There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain…”

T S Eliot


Unexpectedly
a pressure in my head
that grows to a dull prolonged thud
that settles over my eyes
into a strong persistent drone.

Sometimes I’d wake suddenly
in the middle of the night
uncomfortably hot,
a gnawing anxiety
lying heavy on my stomach.
And the unread books
on our shelves accusing me.

I used to forget about water.

And sometimes now
I forget about silence.
My parched mind
in a desert of noise,
and crowded faces looming
out of the anvil glare of the sun.

Sometimes I yearn for disconnection.




© David Loffman

16 February 2009

Saturday, February 07, 2009

Snow Melting




All across the Old Deer Park
in the grey dawn light
the scattered remains of snowmen
loom out of the frozen mist
like the ancient ruins
of a Megalithic temple.

Photograph Snow Melting by Michele Morgan

http://www.flickr.com/photos/dragonclouds/3255524246/

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

Still snowing



through the night suburbs
we slept on a pillow of snow
that fell soft and delicate, down

Photo Still snowing by Goth Phil
http://www.flickr.com/photos/phil_p/3245948000
/in/photostream/