Chasing butterflies

A passing, elusive flutter

Flirting in the edge of your eye.

Delighted, needy, you grab-

It slips away, oblivious.

You wait, persistent.

Creep up slowly, your in control now

Quietly, softly…

Move like your own shadow, hands cupped.

Reach! Clinging, desperate heart,

A brief relief at recognition.

Words hang in the air, unspoken, caressed and in that moment of quiet illusion

Pounce, open up and pour forth your stream of truths.

Fingers achingly extended, a scare connection,

A silky, sting of contact.

Then gone.

Over.

Dejected, Still.

Eyes closed. Still.

A warm breeze scrapes your cheek, once, ignored, twice, skin prickles,

Alert now.

New, hopeful wings beating softly.

Begin again.

BRITISH POLLUTERS -poem inspired by greenpeace's latest campaign against BP'S lack of responsibility in oil spill crisis

'It's ok'

Don't you worry your pretty little head.

Its not your fault the earth is dead.

FUCK IT!

Stomp your carbon boots about!

blacken the oceans, murder the trout.

iT'S OK!- ... so you don't like green?

you'd rather sit just in between.

Don't you worry, we have loads of trees,

It's not your fault the ice won't freeze.

Push it under your cooperate rug,

lay out excuses. Go on! feel smug!

It's OK!- ...so your empty inside?

Dont let your conscience overrule your pride!

Christine Pettman

A quick jaunt to Oxford darrrhling..

More bikes than cars,

Earl grey and Lacrosse,

Jack Wills,

serious faces,

food market,

french,a breakup and politics over paninis,

quick sprint to Topshop.