31st pebble

Over the M6,
past some hens in a field,
the sun shines on the 13:09 from Carlisle.
Sheep in a field
cast long shadows,
and pay no attention to the man in coach D
going South again.

Catching up on pebbles.

One day left in the month, so today I'm going to bring these up to date with the last few days. Tomorrow, I'm on the move, so there may be a battle with the technology to try and post the last pebble on time.

26th

Filling the pen --
the ink bottle needs tilting now.

27th

The CD's finished
but still the machine hums.
Outside,
a bell strikes twelve.

28th

On a frosty morning,
a VW camper sits parked,
opened doored. --
a cup of tea,
steaming on its table.

29th

A year on my dressing table,
three pine cones.
"Look after these Dad." --
will she remember?

30th

Sunday morning
 in the church car park,
laughs and back patting over,
they wave at each other,
as they drive off.

Back again pebbles

21st

Passing Stirling,
twilight,
fog rises from the snow,
engulfing hedgerows and trees

22nd

Paper cup of tea in hand,
standing in the pebbles
 at the seas edge,
a couple and a dog
take shape
in the mist.

23rd

Against the kirks side wall
lies a boss of John Knox,
broken nosed.

24th

The spade scrapes on the concrete,
turning two handfuls of lime
into the black loam.

25th

Tuesday night,
the stained glass in the church
is lit up.

More offshore pebbles

17th

The ebb and flow
of water in the scuppers - -
looking out on waves.

18th

Aft,
the tanker lurches high in the air
as we dive,
but the hose remains connected
and the oil flows.

19th

Past the blast wall,
volumes rise.
Shouted conversations,
into faces.

20th

Met Office graphs,
dissected
over cups of tea.

Offshore pebbles

11th

Deep within the pipework
a shout,
another yard of cable.

12th

Passing on the walkway
a nod,
a noiseless greeting
into the wind.

13th

A crane screams
and six tones
of chemical tank
are hoisted into the air.

14th

An oil can,
crude oil,
history,
running the world.

15th

Yesterday's work,
done today --
memories of a moment's silence.

16th

Somewhere in the dark
the horizon lies,
between these waves
and the moon.

Six pebbles

5th

The girl in Cafe Nero
stopped to make a note in a notebook - -
Two consecutive pebbles?

6th

Flight delay -
Walking a carpeted mile
of hotel corridor,
repeated pictures,
and finished room service trays.

7th

The engine noise drops a few tones
and we're still for a moment
before the helideck comes into view.

8th

Snow on the portside
muffles the mechanical hum.
Somewhere above, a steam line,
below, the sea.

9th

Somewhere
just beyond the orange pipework
and girders,
beyond the halogen glare,
it's nighttime - -
a hundred miles
from the nearest streetlight.

10th

The sun sinks early tonight
behind some distant cloud.
The coppered waves rush west,
leaving us with ordinary birds.

A pebble for the 4th

Five afternoon sounds

The uneven beat of the electric fire fan
and the occasional leafing of a new page.
Outside a reversing van drowns out a distant gull,
then silence.