A River of Stones. ACOS?

Might be missing in action for a few days, as my first bit of Portfolio is due in on Monday (Option 1: write like hell/Option 2: stare at coal fire and panic a bit) and then it's real work from Tuesday.

In the meantime, a dearest though not always nearest who should also be panicking at this very moment gave me a rather lovely notebook for Christmas, inscribed on the first page 'Fill this up with poetry'. I've used it to keep my stones in thus far...

All the details can be found here: http://ariverofstones.blogspot.com/

So here's January 1st to January 7th.


1

Lame dog-fox trots in failing light
on the edge of an evening wood by Weston Turville.

2

We flash past an ANPR Interceptor, chequered malevolence at Junction 23. Was it blue and yellow?

3

Broad brown leather belt, borrowed ten years ago.
The tongue tells stories: I have grown three holes.

4

Sick child, I can trace each vein as I stoke your forehead, telling dragon tales. You smile when the ice and fire dragons marry,
won’t let me stop till the twin boy dragons hatch.
The bedroom is darker now, your face as white.

5

I break the dusty sulphur, throw the smaller part on the fire
and wait for some reaction. Their faces gradually fall
as nothing slowly happens.

6

Jupiter joins me for an early evening smoke:
the cigarette end glows red, he reflects a Colgate white.

7

Frost has laid a diamond fur carpet
on the roof and bonnet of my car.