Someone accidentally re-titled the website-heading on last week’s ‘umbrella’ poem…into

Tamil script.  The detached umbrella image subsequently googled off on its own – even as

far as to an Icelandic site!  So I need some international help to restore its provenance.

Anyone?  Thank you in advance.  It belongs back with its original eco-news-e-verse





“I’ll open up my umber-rella

now the wind has gone.

It shields me from the sun and rain –

I’ll use it from  now on .

“It also gives me privacy

from prying eyes, you see.

But, strangely, it attracts attention



I have a little lily-pond

here, in my front yard.

It’s full of living creatures

in their watery boulevard.

I haven’t had to feed my fish

since nineteen-ninety-four.

(I think I’m breeding cannibals

right outside my door!)




How To Kill Butterflies

ButterflyFlower 2Butterfly

Sweet, lovely butterfly,
blessed in many ways,
flitting through my flowers
I’ve been stalking you for days

…through my bedroom window
from behind a fine mesh screen.
I can’t go in the garden
to enjoy the things you’ve seen.

I’m allergic to the stingy-things,
to bumble-bees and such.
The mozzies and the horse-flies
enjoy my blood too much.

Sandflies found my scalp, one day
and sucked my brains to death.
I counted up the bites
until I reached the twenty-eth.

I wish I’d had some DDT
to teach those pests a lesson.
One master-blast would do the job
and stop those insects messin’.

But I have to use Pyrethrum
‘cos it’s kinder to the nose.
It kills the bugs off gently
…so the information goes.

So bye-bye busy bee
and ta-ta nasty fly,
and – sorry – Mr Butterfly,
you also have to die.




Flower spray

We drove 40 kilometres

and didn’t see one cow.

We live in a big city

which has no farmlands now.

It’s an urbanized conglomerate

to such a marked degree

no-one knows that apples

grow and ripen on a tree.

Kids believe that milk

is manufactured in the fridge.

Coffee comes in golden pods

to brew one bev-er-age.

Peas start in the freezer

and reach the dinner-plate

via buttons on a microwave

at quite a rapid rate.

Pristine food abounds

that never smells of dirt.

If we take it all for granted

then we’ll get our just dessert.


Floating Cities


Far off on planet Zorrog
the seas are a purpley-pink.
The trees are all gold and silver.
And the mountains are lilac – we think.

There again, on distant Thorrassa
the plants are all orange and puce.
And are just as entrancing, in their own way,
as the shimmering aqua of Zeus.

Here, on Earth, the rivers run brown.
And the air is a sludgy-grey.
The high-rise towers are a sooty off-white.
(But we’ll clean it all up, one day.)





Sunshine and rain are both lovely

when they arrive at a suitable time.

But when rain drizzles down almost daily

that’s when sunshine comes into your mind.


It’s when frost nips your toes and your fingers

that a mirage of sand seems just right.

Then when sand burns your soles at the seaside…

…yes…a cloud is a welcoming sight.


Snowflakes seem gentle and precious

‘til they block-up the path to your car.

Then you wish that a wind would transport you

some place magic, like Zanzibar.



Lucky Chook

Jans chook

            LUCKY CHOOK

 Free range chooks are not battery hens –

                             there’s a difference in how they behave

The pickings-and-peckings are sim’lar

                    but the life-style is not so depraved.

monkey metaphor

Monkey in Tree


Monkey Metaphor

I wish I couldn’t see
the monkey in the tree
who laughs at everything I do
then shoots a pee at me.

His grinning face bedevils me
I’ll throw a stone one day
to clonk him on his silly head
and drive the beast away.

But if I send him packing
what will the outcome be?
Who’ll lively-up my footsteps
as I pass by that tree?