All through the night – relentless and totally dark. Our 375 year house sits on a high ridge and it does feel like we are sometimes under siege . A gusting windExhales in bursts The rain Like knives spears the darkRicochets off ancient walls.To the keeper of the keys. The pulsating nightDrinks in thirstThe slatesVibrateContinue reading “Storm through the Night”
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The Kingdom of the Grey
Beneath the woodland floorYou look for more Stare at the grey:A moon from outer space; Another web ;another worldSkeins unfurled Drawn of fine strandsAnd white fungal lace; I could trance the soil awaySee The kingdom of the greyAppear now and thenGossamer threads that trace. Inspired after reading a chapter of Underland by Robert Macfarlane thisContinue reading “The Kingdom of the Grey”
Trace fossils fill the void
Red Sky in Morning
The blush pink sky twists the forecastWrapping the clouds in ominous hueThere’s clarity in warningThe air is stillBirdsong is activeShrill cries of the blackbird cut throughToo sharp are the angulations of the fieldsCarving lines of clipped brown hedges with shards of goldAcid green are the fields Under the low winter sunTransient patterns About to changeContinue reading “Red Sky in Morning”
Happy New Year
Well another year of highs and lows. The Highs : publishing my book of poetry -, the arrival of whippet puppy Pepper , our daughter’s graduation which had been postponed for a year, the new greenhouse for the garden. The lows 12 months ago today we said a final goodbye to Dad at a covidContinue reading “Happy New Year”
Man and Nature
Whilst spume filled waves pound the harbour wall Grey seals languish in the swirling greyFluid their bodies move in time to the surge of the sea in effortless syncopation A dive beneath the huge waves Refutes the dangers so close to rocks Rising with silver fish aloftRolling over and over in playA tide waits forContinue reading “Man and Nature”
Through Darkened Days
Old trappings blow through the fingers of the wind Memories cling to bare branchesAs the ivy curls braidsAnd ties bows.Winter sharpens the breath of timeAnd the cold cuts stealGeese shout songs on the wing.Through darkened daysFoxed and etched Light is a silvered mirror-A reflection of who we areAnd who we are to be.The focus shiftsToContinue reading “Through Darkened Days”
Calligraphies
calligraphieslines traced in swirls of black inkmessengers of love Loved present wrapping this year in a more sustainable way.
Rain
it peppers the skyhammering against the glassa gaoler of light
En Mass
they flewinto the sunsetshepherding light En Mass
Ruth Partridge 