Catherine Wheel



Feel the appeal of the
Catherine Wheel Meal
Cartwheel to then peel
a metre stretch of this reel
Ian Beale would conceal his love…
He would kneel,
freewheel with
a concealed Cockatiel
accompanied by
Lucille (a genteel seal)
She’ll be playing
Deal or No Deal on a
Steel glockenspiel

Just because something has your name on it…doesn’t mean you should have it for brekkie...ūü§Ē
It’s been a while since I wrote something vaguely poetical…

Smarties (They never used to be Blue)




dress the depressed
in shiny tippy toes
cheer the suckers up
cheer the suckers up

hand out Smarties
in tissues of gold

cheer the suckers up
cheer the suckers up

two blues please
three brown encased
a case of well being
wine your face
chase em
lace em
yellowed pink
wink lead red-eyed
re-placement kinks

orange smiley
half-time facement
keep going well
in a work place placement

greens purples
pop on floor
smartie spores
mosaic hoard
hoover haze
sporadic gazer on stun

flick to kill
freeze frame the sun
freeze frame your life
freeze frame a wife where?
there on a stare
blind em
grind em
love letters lost…
malaisy lady
hiding shady
hiding beds
wants sleep dans
lacklustre head

won’t don‚Äôt
want to fill in
time limit

even when sucked
bleed Spirulina blue

F’s and S’s can be exchanged as you see fit





Balls Balls
Balls BALLS Balls
       BALL BALLS Balls Balls
Balls TALL BALLS Balls Balls
Ball Balls WALL BALLS Ball Ball
Balls Balls FALL BALLS Balls
Balls CALL BALLS Balls
            HALL BALLS Ball
                 BALL BALLS

I wanted to create Balls

It wouldn’t let me with the formatting
I say Balls

Lemon Curd Villanelle




wooing with witty fruit conserves
citrus jammer lusciously ladled ‚Äėlove‚Äô
sugar coated, congealing lemon curd

sweetened, dolloping a boiled splurge
thought herself foolish, jelly-sick dove
wooing with fruity wit conserve

arms spread, allowed delivery of the absurd
deploying a jam-jar, Ka-splash-ni-kov
sugar coated, congealing lemon curd

sticky heart shard could occasionally swerve
felt proper pith for having thought well of
bruising skin with extra fruity conserves

thoughts of jamnation, stirring the stirred
unscrewing lids, pinked sterilized gloves
sugared coated, congealing lemon curd

too late, merely now marmalade obscured
despise butterings, confiture, spooned cuffs
wooing with attentive witty conserves
sugar coated, congealing lemon curd



Five years ago. Valentine Thoughts.
Strange how all the typeset and settings had gone awry.
I’ve tried to reset them.
Happy Valentines Day ūüôā

Catherine Crosswell


Wall to Wall

Pink Panther Pink
The Valentine stink
of sickly sweetness
is hammering hard at me.


Wolves and hearts
not so secret ink
from chain to chink
Greets you once again
with a churlish wink.

And Blink

Checkout slides
boxed chocs to sink
against the tongue
that slinks
Into a most moist mouth

Now Blink

Supermarket Rose
now out of sync
My missing link
buys thoughts
you can count on

Blink and Blink and Blink and Blank and Blink

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It Jars




    Syrup of Figs
    basement fodder
    kept in storage



    pocketed lips
    palm everyday creases
    we’ll dispense with this later
    twelve months to ripen
    twelve months to blossom
    my basement fodder
    loves to jar

This was inspired by the ¬†Chemistry and Alchemy workshop with Jenny Hope –
part of the Behind the Scenes at The Worcester Museum series.


Bubble & Squeak




foil toil

fire burn
cauldron bubble
fattened stomach
ballooning stress
gorge and glut
rut to excess
arses spread
generic sofa
all becoming
festive loafers
sip and slurp
burp and bare
white noise stare
glazed potato
seep and emit
ponder on
yearly remit

Was it
really good
for you?


About to add a poached egg to my bubble & squeak

Poetry Advent Calendar: Window Fifteen – The Walking Dead



Moss means go
germs now seep
scrape a fingernail
wait for the beep

algae green
button red
The Walking Dead

This window is on the Graham Road, Malvern at the lights just outside Greenlink.
Andrew Lincoln had been singing in Worcester Cathedral yesterday too!

Poetry Advent Calendar: Another Window Eight ‚Äď Brush Pastry



I knead

on the pavement
brushing pastry debris
silicon slender and red
knuckles grow raw
knot needed know more
grit spits shits
from a mouth
in your bed

About 10 metres up from the Spoon (the original window 8) on the Newtown Road in Malvern, this vivid pastry brush awaits its owner to reclaim it.