On the allotment
Heath Robinson contraptions
harvest rainwater.
by Scooj
On the allotment
Heath Robinson contraptions
harvest rainwater.
by Scooj
.
Here I sit calmly
behind vines and artichokes
shielded from the world
.
by Scooj
.
Lined up in a row
eyes to the sky in salute;
dream of salad days
.
by Scooj
Laying potatoes
out to chit; ready to plant
on St Patrick’s day.
by Scooj
Warm February
sun brings me cheer when there is
so much work to do.
by Scooj
Sound of a two-stroke
drifts down from the allotments;
reminds me of Spring.
by Scooj
.
With trepidation
I stride to the allotment
first time in six weeks.
.
by Scooj

I don’t give a fig
I couldn’t give a monkey’s
I just want to hang.
by Scooj
Planting out on the
allotment being watched; I
turn, he slinks away.
by Scooj
Spring temperatures
soar, stirring dormant slow worms
from languid slumber.
by Scooj