bullets of rain ricochet into the darknesssomewhere along the A38location is vaguedrawn am I to the side of the roadfor familiar landmarksheadlights haloand stream white lightat odd anglesJuxtaposedThe road is liquidobsidianInto oblivion
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Twixt Land and Sea
An iridescence tops spun waves Foaming on the shoreline;I am near blinded by the light Of the setting sun;Heaven’s halo Between the island and the shore;The warmth and depth of the Autumn starBrings heaven to earthIn proximity,This liminal placeTwixt land and sea.
The World Spins – until?
CuckooMy world so smallWrapped in sack cloth As it spirals out of controlInto a picture too big to resize The planet spins Climate into oblivionAs politicians spew MeaninglessRounded vowels Airborne like SpindriftA broken record- Of rubbish stacked up on the streetsAmbulances in queuesWhat is the collective nounFor 15 of them- I wonder?72 hours for aContinue reading “The World Spins – until?”
Giving again
wind spun waves crash and surgein perpetual rhythmpulling the pebblesfrom under the feetuntil we fall as the seventh wave towersand breaks into orangestained waterat the fringe the shorefrom soft sandstone cliffs etched and leachedafter stormsand we talk where flint glistensunder the sunand we finger the shapesas the wind snatchesour thingsthere is laughter againas the beachgivesContinue reading “Giving again”
Autumn Equinox
Walk the wild side Glitter glide through starlit skies Breathe the air onA crisp north chill Drink in the season take its fillGifted days and nightsEnchanted threads Spun silvered websTime spentTime givenIn equilibriumAutumn Equinox.
Crossing the Bar
By Alfred Lord Tennyson. I have no words for today except those of one far more accomplished than me. For her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II . Sunset and evening starAnd one clear call for me!And May there be no moaning at the barWhen I put out to sea.But such a tide that moving seems asleep,TooContinue reading “Crossing the Bar”
The Last Breakfast
Breakfast outside RegardlessSummer as taut as An elastic bandFully stretchedEeking outThe last hoursAlready there is change;How we have grown to fear it.The threads ofHalcyon days by sea or river Begin to sever their clarityAs memories mergeAnd leaves fall to the ground;Expectations out-way the reality.There’s a slight chillIn the airA soughing onThe fingers of the windCloudsContinue reading “The Last Breakfast”
Little town by the Sea
Little town by the seaStretches the distance Of pebbles and sandstone Steep and precariousWhere once I walked;Now no more.Content though to watch Oblique wavesChurning the sand A roaring of the undertowPerpetual motion Pebble on pebble Sharp flint rounded and smoothedIn timeless pursuit Owning the beachTime ticks one hour or two My beach My memories HeldContinue reading “Little town by the Sea”
Persistence of Memory
Time stops for nobodyWe can tell the time at a glance Even upside downThough not always in the mirror.Two years pastAn upturned watch face Confronted me from my childhood jewellery box I could not recollect it being mine It was almost discarded Tarnished Still the gold glinted and worth a look I turned it overContinue reading “Persistence of Memory”
Quadrille ~ for a summer evening
Evening light drawn acrossPatchwork fieldsEdged in woven linesOf greenA chequered pattern Spanning the valleySheep graze silentlyOn the steep slopesBeneath the pastel skyPinks and mauvesTouching the hillsAlone in the stillnessOf a pastoral sceneUnchanged.
Ruth Partridge 