Earth’s shoresThose boundaries defined As sand slips silently awayNeither land nor sea A liminal placeShape shifting Where nothing is solidDraws like the gravitationalPull of the tideTo cast thoughts In anonymityTo the wavesYet closer in fragility ensconcedTo the emphemeral nature Of the spiritHeard by the cry of the gullAnd all of heaven above. Inspired by aContinue reading “Earth’s shores”
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Technically Moses
technically Mosesdownloading a tabletfrom the cloud Saw this and couldn’t resist!
On Mothering Sunday
In thankfulness of my mother , grandmothers and great grandmother who have shaped who I am today .
Starlight Rivers
A river dips into oblivion Karstic it dissolves through limestoneForming glass- like windowsBeneath the groundStarlight rivers snake their wayA thousand metres beneath the soilLimestone itself is tidalSurging and dropping Unnoticed beneath our feetTo the pull of the moon. There is so much I do not know So much I do not understand So much IContinue reading “Starlight Rivers”
Haiku – on air
dotted quaverscarried on aira wake up call
I will listen
I will listen to the song of the sea I will listen to the wind in the treesThe lamentations of the world Torn to shredsThe fear,the loss, the anger sharedI will feel the warmth within these walls I will feel the love from those around Each flower that opens yellow or blue Will draw meContinue reading “I will listen”
Across the World
I amazed by who reads my poems and where in the world you all all are. Have a very happy Wednesday, Ruth x poetry readingacross the worldelastic geography
Storm 3
The four winds blow, Mustering yet more strengthIn rallying war cry Powerful and StrongSweeping over bent grassCombing and creasing the hillInto ripples of spun icing; Trees are rocked and spun in Forceful gyrations prizing Naked branches apart.Building and retreating in monumental fashionRelentless in accomplishment.Refusing to abate.All through the nightTo the cold blue-greyAnd a view.debris castContinue reading “Storm 3”
Strong Deliverance
I loved his caption on Instagram -unbowed by wind or rain. @themontydon a low profile unbowed by wind or stormstrong deliverance
Rhythm of Morning
Sometimes there is a song in the morning Of blackbird or wren,A flit through the hedge,Often unseenThough shrill the call;Or thrushIn rhythm breaking a shell,Driving a rivet into a stone.Lamenting all today,The world spins darkerThe tune is changed;The song replaced by constant roarOf pounding wind,Forceful and strong,Whistling through any Gap unseen,A broken tune Of slateContinue reading “Rhythm of Morning”
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