Monthly Archives: May 2017

Gleaming in the sun…

This morning I went into Manchester city centre for my appointment with Anthony, the hairdresser.  He too thought that everything is “a notch down”, quieter, people being subdued. I admire the bee tattoo that his colleague had done last week on her upper right arm.  From Cross Street I can see flowers spilling out from St Ann’s Square, the balloons gleaming in the sun.

today the sun shines

on us and the sleeping dog

being shaped from sand

In Manchester…

Just two hours ago, while I was sorting and filing cuttings and poetry magazines, a police helicopter was directly overhead.  Then I saw this photo on an issue of Poetry News:-

THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE

BECOME GHOSTS INSIDE

OF YOU AND LIKE THIS

YOU KEEP THEM ALIVE

The photo is of a light installation by Robert Montgomery.  It was going to be shown at National Poetry Day Live, 2015.