Thursday, 15 June 2006

Surfing the Season

Drove inland today. Felt more like being back on the beach - great waves of greenery crested with white foam breaking over the road, tumbling down in billows of creamy blossom to break just above the car, smaller waves of cow parsley in foamy clouds on the roadsides, yellow Gondor-beacons of gorse bushes and broom blazing warning - summer's almost here!

One of these days I'll get the camera out.

OK - consider yourselves warned - poems happen here. I started writing 'sort-of-haiku' a while back; my Mum didn't quite catch what I'd said and asked 'OK so what are these hoboes?'
It stuck.
Peripatetic poems.
Bum un-verse.
They'll happen, given time.

Be afraid. Be very afaid.

3 comments:

Loudlush said...

Ooh... I love a well-place hobo! Bring it on.

mackie said...

hoboes!!! :jump: i love your hoboes.

"One of these days I'll get the camera out." yes please!! :db: (though you can write well enough to make me see it without pictures, too).

j. said...

i want hoboes! and pictures.