Monthly Archives: February 2013
A wooden door opens and a smiling face emerges. Tousled hair and dirty overalls. No sharp sucking in of breath is the first good sign, the second is his tiny quote. Happily, we leave our car in his oil-blackened hands.
Taken from the oven, it hisses gently. A miraculous mix of eggs, sugar and fat. The knife slides in and out cleanly. A cake for my mother, who first gave me the gift of baking.
Five young brothers sit, shivering, in a damp and dirty cave. Like baby birds their gaze is fixed, hoping for their mother’s shadow to fill the glowing entrance. Instead, they see a cameraman, intruding on their frozen vigil, hoping to … Continue reading
They graze quietly by the motorway, as we rush past. One stops to stand and stare at us, who have no time to do the same.
The trunk stands straight against the stone wall, knobbly branches wriggling out. Bare as the winter wind, a skeleton exposed. Forced into unnatural lines, yet nature still prevails, in the willful waviness of the wood.
The thrush perches on the gutter, a bright yellow beak pecking at something juicy. Huge and swooping, a magpie arrives, a gutter-burgling opportunist. The thrush has gone, the coast is clear, but nothing is left for this beautiful rogue to … Continue reading
She sits on the bench next to me, in a bright orange coat with a purple hat. I catch her eye and she smiles at me. We talk a little about buses and weather, but it’s the smile that warms … Continue reading
As soon as I leave my chair, she’s there. Her grey, whiskered face revealing a small pink tongue and sharp little teeth. Her plaintive calls are continuous and at an ever increasing volume. Bella must be fed right now she … Continue reading
She leans forward to hear the tiny, tinny voice emerging from the far-off office. Her long, ink-black hair forms a rounded curtain. She sweeps one side up impatiently, tucks it expertly behind her ear. Her crowning glory is a nuisance … Continue reading
It trumpets its yellow presence to the world, releasing a scent like honey. Triumphantly, it heralds the arrival of Spring, as the last of the winter sun sets it glowing.