red grape

the redder the grape

the better for heartache

wild strawberry

peeping from under its leaves -
a wild strawberry

raspberry

a stippled ripple

of raspberry drupelets

for you to nibble

french bean

cut cook consume
the squeaky clean and hopefully stringless
fine green french bean

radish

the fiery raw rush
of a rapid reddish
radish root

kale

all hale hearty never-

failing kale, hungry gap food

economy of scale

parsnip

its sweet yellow

fleshy roots snaffled up before

you can say parsnip

carrot

wetness of carrot
oozing
in a spicy cake

potato

chunky, nobbly-eyed,

                                                               the potato says 'hi,


                                                                                                                              will you be my friend?'

lettuce

let us consider

the lettuce - dressed in matchless

red green salad-aptness

broccoli

thin dark leaves on
hunky trunky clumps of tree
o broccoloccoli!

courgette

a little courgette

zucchini, steamed boiled stuffed baked fried

goes a long way

blackcurrants

too sharp for birds

almost too heavy for branches –

blackcurrants

apple

out of twelve hundred
kinds of English apple
you plucked me

apricot

snug by the wall
the one the Pennine wind forgot
Todmorden's first apricot

Poet of the month

The best part of being poet of the month (August 2013) is I had to start thinking/writing my poetics - why I write, how, what it means - read it and see what you think.

I like the end bit I put

'the mood, rhythm, objectness of what goes down on paper and of what does not.'