zymotux

poetry

Sunday night (relax!) The weekend draws to a close Calm liminal space

Read more...

It's that time of year again. The beech tree outside the window has young leaves on it and the birds of lockdown are returning to it. So far I've seen a Pica pica (magpie), a blue tit, and three collared doves (perhaps last year's hatchling alongside the previous pair?).

Read more...

Sun came out to play Friends, dog, baby, smiles again Whisky at the close

Read more...

I'm not a very good environmentalist. Sure, I don't own a car – but that is as much an urban lifestyle choice as anything else. I recycle and compost – but the local council does the hard work there, giving me the bags and collecting it. We have re-useable nappies – but use them alongside disposable ones.

Read more...

Toys and books scattered Daddy-traps across the floor Pause (the menace sleeps)

Read more...

Big Boat you are free! Sail onwards with your cargo What next, news cycle?

Read more...

...is how the croup cough is described. All I know is that it certainly sounded alarming coming from my upset baby at 3:30 in the morning!

Read more...

I seem to be into poetry writing at the moment. This morning I was up early, sitting in the rocking chair with a sleeping babe, drinking my coffee. I typed out four different haikus on my phone, all trying to capture this early spring morning in Cardiff as seen and heard through my window. It's apparently a favourite physical setting of mine for poetry writing, having also composed poems last August and another in February.

Read more...

You look at me - Your eyes widen as you take in The beard – full and mature now (White hairs to be found)

Read more...

Tired gritty eyes Parents greet the new morning Joyful baby smiles

Read more...