TUESDAY 1
In Denbigh, Henry
Morton Stanley offers his
hand. Shake it for luck?
WEDNESDAY 2
Watched by Medusa,
the fish in the pool are still,
which frightens me more.
THURSDAY 3
The muezzin cry
of the Big Issue seller
breaks Welshpool’s quiet.
FRIDAY 4
Salvia, upside
down hearts, white until they
open and pour out red.
SATURDAY 5
The first proper boots
this side of summer. Berries
red on the holly.
SUNDAY 6
Hard to breathe through a
streaming nose, or be quiet
with a rasping cough.
MONDAY 7
Red on the ceiling
pretends to be the remains
of long dead bed bugs.
Seventeen 