31st December 2007

Skull on back door step,
I bury it and ponder,
Another ending.

30th December 2007

Hunched over gathers,
Dickensian afternoon,
Sewing taffeta.

29th December 2007

Jealous husband barks,
Loyal Pickle at my feet,
Tony still top dog.

28th December 2007

My mother holds snail,
Both move ponderous and slow,
House feels like a zoo.

27th December 2007

I facilitate,
Two and four legs, young and old,
Juggling their needs.

26th December 2007

Bluebell climbs a tree,
High above Hackney Marshes,
On Boxing Day walk.

25th December 2007

Two hours over stove,
Bring a fine plate of trimmings,
To mark the feast day.

24th December 2007

Chosen family,
Streamlined with bright whippet eyes,
We share tribe, not blood.

23rd December 2007

Landscape disappeared,
Electricity crackles,
Fog swallows pylon.

22nd December 2007

Seasonal social,
Allows new conversations,
Genuine good cheer.

21st December 2007

Elsa brews potion,
Herbal tonic with ginger,
For strength and healing.

20th December 2007

Tony grasps devil,
Who proceeds to prod our fears,
Raising stress levels.

19th December 2007

Ascetic pleasure,
Allergic to consumption,
Retreat to nature.

18th December 2007

Leela shares with joy,
Functional family tree,
Reclaiming Christmas.

17th December 2007

Fifty seven stairs,
A mental hurdle to climb,
When tidying up.

16th December 2007

Each morning's low tide,
Reveals yesterday's debris,
To be cleaned and cleared.

15th December 2007

Sitting on lion,
One of a thousand Santas,
With courage to play.

14th December 2007

Collecting our child,
Fifteen, but we still hold hands,
In airport car park.

13th December 2007

Pickle stands on guard,
While I watch bead of water,
This morning's freeze thaws.

12th December 2007

In family home,
Uppy's work shines on the wall;
House full of beauty.

11th December 2007

A rare glimpse of dawn,
Through bleary eyes and moist glass;
Crystal stirs in nest.

10th December 2007

Today time sits light,
I have hours to watch the change,
As winter strikes marsh.

9th December 2007

Each prop a gateway,
To archetypal drama,
Between sex and death.

8th December 2007

Bowl sounds to call us,
Here now to "muck around for
A sacred purpose".

7th December 2007

Idle time to gaze,
Returning on the bus while
John mends car again.

6th December 2007

Anna visible;
Photographer faking it,
Captures fleeting sprite.

5th December 2007

Pickle chases sticks,
Dexter buries them in leaves,
Pack brothers play rough.

4th December 2007

Delving into pain,
I seek clues sent by body;
My thoughts are muddy.

3rd December 2007

Crystal endures vet,
Retreating to my clevage,
One small leg injured.

2nd December 2007

Dancing all night long,
Mexican restorative,
Fills tiredness gap.

1st December 2007

Hot water bottle,
Tied to my back in papouse,
To ease the stiffness.