Primary School teacher, lives in South London, England. Born in the North.
Influences: Han-Shan, Kerouac, Gary Snyder, Jean Giono.
Hobbies: walking, real ale, birdsong more »
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Jim McDonald Poems
Tuesday Morning Haiku
Tuesday after Bank Holiday Commuters stepping around the stain from a dropped ice
for Jack Kerouac (1922-69) Jack the America of your dreams is gone Gone the brownstone tenements of the night
I met my grandfather again last night – strange, as he died in 1998. World Cup Year. I spent some time filling him in on what had gone on since.
On a crisp Kent Autumn morning My father throwing sticks, tennis balls, even his car keys into a brown horsechestnut tree. Down came showers of leaves and conkers.
London I walk every day under your heavy skies the grey lid that covers your people. I walk your filthy streets and step past
Normandy The path of your seasons is heavy on my heart Wild winter gales The early breath of spring-time air
November, Early Morning
open sky washed clean by a night of rain sharp breath of autumn covering everything London almost pleasant in the 6 a.m. dawn light
On a warm May morning I am invigilating a pointless Government exam when a child asks eagerly, “How much time left...? ” A question better than any on his exam paper.
Gardening yesterday I lifted a large log and uncovered a teeming party of life. Woodlice scuttled away An earwig made its hurried passage to safety.
Spent an hour in the morning moving a wood-pile from near the house where they need to lay pipes to a copse I cleared two years ago of a mountain of twenty year hawthorn and briar.
At first the patter of a couple of raindrops Increasing in frequency Tacklings and cracklings onto the glass roof above
Other Ways I Can Love You
I meant to say how fantastic you looked when you came downstairs this evening. I meant to say how much I love your knowledge of lower league football. I meant to say how much I love our evenings of quiet computers & documentaries. I meant to say how much I cherish the five minutes before the alarm clock rings at 6a.m.
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Tuesday Morning Haiku
Tuesday after Bank Holiday
Commuters stepping around
the stain from a dropped