Objects

The Old Washing Machine

The Old Washing Machine The minute I twist her dial and pull our her knob she leaps into action, fetching bucket upon bucket of water. Then stops. What does she do in those moments of stillness? Perhaps she's ruing her instant obedience, wants to let me know who's really the boss here. She'll start again,… Continue reading The Old Washing Machine

light, nature, Poetry Friday

Duck Pond Primary

Duck Pond Primary Crows are campaigning for the abolition of eagles and hawks. Starlings are a pollster’s nightmare can’t make up their minds about anything. Ducks hang around the path in true socialist fashion: Why get ambitious when most walkers carry birdseed or bags of bread? A solitary heron is the pond’s pundit but he… Continue reading Duck Pond Primary