Short Concertina Poems

The sea breathes
Gently in and out,
It seems to sigh upon the breeze.

Waves sparkle
Like liquid silver,
Dappled diamonds on restless swell;

Advancing
Gently up the shore,
Relentless, driven by the moon.

Aromas
Of rich dark seaweed,
Distinctive halogenic nose.

White egret
In rock pool dipping
While oystercatchers scream on by.

Eternal tide,
Pumping in and out
Like measured concertina strokes.

Mesmeric.
I could watch for hours,
Lost in timeless fascination....

Read More

The Friday that is here today
was here yesterday, of course.
That's what getting older seems to be, to do:
today was yesterday
was the day before
and before.

It's my weekly washday today -
weekly, but was here yesterday,
or so it appears.
Always appears to be.
Yes, so it seems,
and seems.

Time is a concertina.
Friday was a week from Friday,
then three or four days
before those days closed in,
closed in, closer and closer.
A concertina can squeal and whine.

(21 Oct 2023)...

Read More