Cheshire, England CLOUDS AND THE MOON I’m outside tonight because I read shooting stars may be overhead. If there is a man in the moon He should be pleased tonight for a small white cloud chased by a breeze somersaulted over his head. Following it, some wisps of cloud trailed a veil across his face. […]

Gloucestershire, UK Clouds Air-brushed wisps to mackerel bellied speckles. Drift windblown like the earths’ chiffon scarf. They float in candy-cotton puffs or grey washrag streaks. Bruised by storms. Thrown and twisted. Cyclonic tubes suck skyward and bring death in twisted tendrils. Free-form sculptures in balletic poses saunter across a blue stage And ragged edges softly […]

Field of Clouds Like a carpet of soft feathers They spread out under my feet As I step into them my limbs are swallowed up, I sink down into their billowy texture, Something akin to cotton wool. My skin is comforted at their touch A sort of warmth is spread throughout my body. As I […]

Life Without Passion is Unforgivable… In the words of my Hero, ‘I’m like a bat-out-of-hell’… My vacation’s back on due to fervent ground-swell! I’ve been worried for weeks that I’d not see those clouds, but my prayers have been answered by the wild, baying crowds. People say I’m a moron for endorsing this struggle, But […]

of Dubai, UAE What is a Cloud? A cloud is a fluffy white kitten on a soft blue blanket. A cloud is a sail on a sailboat drifting through calm waters. A cloud is a magical sheep flying in the sky. Clouds are sun parasols shading us from the sun’s scolding rays. They are eco-friendly […]

East Midlands, U.K. HAIKU – 2 the sky a thunderous black – summer leaves tremble in anticipation upturned to the sun flecks of white on brown leaves – autumn has arrived speeding panther clouds leap across the wasteland of a cerulean sky the cloud – a tuft of cotton wool lingering on the sky’s fitted […]

Cold Heart I wonder, did wife remember my lambswool sweater? As we arrive, park our car, and release our Red Setter. Then the clouds take my breath but my wife rolls her eyes, She’s seen Lunesdale, the bakers, and their famous game pies. The trip looks to be doomed as she licks both her lips. […]

The ‘Beast’ Humbly Replies to the Chemist “Why am I over here?” Sir, don’t you see? We clouds roam the firmament, ‘megaform’… and drift free. No need to be fearful, hypotensive, caught short or strut around looking in places ‘we ought’. Nor do we, as a rule, emit light or heat white. As ‘cumulo-friends’ we’re […]

Distopian Megaformation Why are you over there, you massive white beast? In the North, near the moon instead of Southeast. The fear takes me over, as I fall to the ground, and my eyes start to water as my trousers are browned. I’m confused my great cumulo-friend, at how this can be. You’re not meant […]