after Rilke
After the spoiled summer
grey grey grey
grant us, Lord, this
one honeyed hour Continue reading
poem
The Jar on the Ground (driving south February 2020)
Mount Agony Road & Depot Beach
…the forest is cleaner, clearer, brighter
sulphur bare trunks (sprouting epiphytic green) Continue reading
The Christmas Comet (46P/Wirtanen): missed it
Street lights back-scatter
particulates from the Stack,
Continue reading
Summertime Sadness
a dreamy inside edge played on to
a tree full of clown-face rosellas Continue reading
A delay on the Northern Line
The Night Express slow on wintry tracks. Continue reading
The Naturalist
1. The Shore
A pelican frame,
the great wings hung, Continue reading
The unrequited duet of the Pacific Koel
he calls
all night
in tones
that rise
that fall: Continue reading
In the fog
The heat reclaims the rain for the air.
Water departs every blade, petal, leaf
to become lucid particles again. Continue reading
The problem of things
take this for inst. This thing
has dimensionality, this thing
has heft but saying what the thing Continue reading
A red-whiskered bulbul and Eliot’s objective correlative
head back calling
in the bright evening
in the neighbour’s olive tree —
‘wee-whit-h-h-h-h-who’ , ‘wee-wee-h-h-h-h-twuk’. Continue reading
Peter Frankis writes 