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Ancient Walls
I touch the walls of the ancient room,And feel the breath from another age. From here I glimpse the transient silvered moon;I trance dark clouds amidst storm -filled rage.The wind it thunders, though unrestrained;These walls of stories and secrets keptIn silence resolute unexplained,If only they awoke instead of slept.What stories are wrought which they couldContinue reading “Ancient Walls”
In Fading Light
Evenings in fading lightOf lilac hueA day stretched to fitThe tilting sphereThe fervent call of the blackbird Echoing choral joy in the skies.
Most Winter Mornings
Most winter morningsThe cold blue light gives way to lightening skiesMost winter mornings the respite comesThis winter morning light flickersBefore extinguishingThrough a patchwork skyIn flickering array Cloud studded and ever movingLandscape of greyBuilding and growingSwelling to fill the wideness of Big skiesFingers of spent wind Clawing the branches of tired treesStark is the warning ofContinue reading “Most Winter Mornings”
Old House :Winter Night
With pulsating rain The strengthening wind is drawn through The blackest of nights;The mist swirls ribbons Like the jet stream trailAnd the windows rattle;Droplets course down the blackened panes in little streamsPooling on the ledge As the latch lifts and falls And curtains move in oscillating rhythm While heavy slates lift and dropMaking the wholeContinue reading “Old House :Winter Night”
It was his Birthday
Written is response to the http://www.ekphrastic.net for the ekphrastic challenge : Van Gogh Starry Night . It was his Birthday It was his birthday When thinking becomes joined up And is more than black and whiteIt was his birthday when the Lines of traffic merged in a continuous Stream somewhere along the A38 When electricContinue reading “It was his Birthday”
Spring in abeyance
Winter holds the signs of spring in abeyanceDaffodils nod to the strengthening windCrocus makes no statement bound in straggly grass Snowdrops bow low tightened and ResoluteA fire is lit in the grate and Curtains drawn. Birdsong quietens awaiting the callIllusions of spring awaiting fulfilmentThe lion to lay down with theLamb.
Sight
a fading picturethe optometrist works shining the light
Thoughts
considerations thrown across the table rainbow fades
Black and White
Cold sleet on old slate Grey air,grey stone.The world is black and white.
Ruth Partridge 