6 American Sentences from July

a pine above the car park first the male and then the female blackbird cyclists in lycra all along the towpath the scent of cow parsley late sunlight on the surface of the canal the splash of a swallow red spots on a yellow leaf beside the bramble flowers, lit by sun bird seed, pigeons […]

12 July

misty morning by the war memorial the scent of summer roses colourless morning the swagger of a jackdaw down the road outside the office window all day the whine of a chainsaw all day in the office I touch the petals of an artificial rose too tired to write the way the light falls on […]

11 July

4am glow of the numbers on the clock crawling towards morning supermarket trollies in the rough ground by the stream so much purple loosestrife out for a sandwich once again this young rabbit watching on the path the way back from Lidl counting six red spots on the wings of a burnet moth looking skywards […]

10 July

mist on a cobweb in early July the promise of autumn soft grey waters of the Clyde the clatter of the gangplank for the morning boat still waters of the Clyde the wingtips of the cormorants barely skimming the surface low level cloud the flash of white on the wings of a guillemot evening crossing […]

9 July

down the road for a pint of milk the whiteness of these gulls against the grey sky soft drizzle on the pavement the bones of a young bird packing boxes the cat’s watchful eyes from the back of the wardrobe drizzly morning three women in pink jackets and a red umbrella rainy July morning the […]

8 July

pausing for a moment the ruffled feathers of a blackbird, with a worm somewhere between peach and apricot the colour of the underside of all these swallows watching the shape of the swallow’s tail a sudden flock of starlings just a youngster in the tractor mowing the field and four swallows round and around almost […]

7 July

grey July morning the comfort of steam rising from my tea cup somewhere behind the veil a bird cheeping in purple buddleia the weight of the clouds above Edinburgh the raucous laughter of gulls all day chasing anxiety the scent of roses by the war memorial behind the hoardings at India Quay three large magpies […]

6 July

three used teaspoons on the counter their light glinting another heavy grey morning the softness of its rain on my fingers driving home to The World At One so much sadness under these swallows’ tails the manse through raindrops on the skylight for a moment just impressions of brown bare branches of a dead tree […]

5th July

first morning back the way the sky pulses with blackbird song boys carrying chips the gull circles over and again approaching Lidl the six spot burnets on ragwort gathering small stones the way this bee in the ragwort driving to work the mystery again of this tree tunnel, and a white van walking back behind […]