chest of drawersin my father’s houseautumn gathered
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The Only Run in Weeks
Twists turn The open road toNarrowed arteries between The fields Of gold and green Wild the hedgerows Exuberance outweighed Bow low Webs spun On threads of silver Span the bramble thornsBeads of berriesBlackened their stainOn the roadWhere fixed my gaze Intent on intervals Is drawn.
Haiku- Autumn Evening Swim
waning lightI drift silently with the current
Twisted Ribbon- the power of the Sea in Me
Pulsation of the sound Shingle on shore Mesmerising motionEyes glued to The twisted ribbon Snaking the shoreline to the sound Of the waves Some distance away But so real So haunting Memories flood by Energy of the sea Fills every partI cannot turn awayThe power of the sea In me.
Cold Water
The river It lures Deep and clear.Poised on the rockIReach outTo point of no returnEyes fixed Caught intensity A moment suspended in timeLost in penetrating coldUntil rhythm is found To breathe againAnd submerged Warmth returns.
To Swim in Wild Water
Where boulders meet waterAnd ripples castAmidst bubbles and shimmering Reflections that imprint On the mind That is cleared both free and alertEye level with natureSynchronised the breathEach stroke made deliberate To match with the speed Of the current which steersThe thread of the river At one With the force that surroundsGaining equilibrium holding the groundAContinue reading “To Swim in Wild Water”
Wild Swimming x2 in two days
Cracking the mirrored surface Breaks the pictureTransiently; Breath sharpened,Mind focused- Drawn eye -level with nature Drawn to wonder To gaze upwards;The canopy of treesPlays The shaft of light;Damsel flies dance on the surfaceJewel dots of colour, Ripples in the water Pushing upstream For yardsSlow and rhythmic,Breath and stroke synchronisedUntil we are at one with natureMesmerisedContinue reading “Wild Swimming x2 in two days”
Long Night
Having a puppy in pain is no different to having a sick child. It’s going to be a long night! To the sound of whimpering The moon she risesStill the night But tormented a soul Shrill she calls into the darknessFor one to hear.Out on the lawnInjured leg raisedPrecarious the balance Confused eyes shine brightSheContinue reading “Long Night”
Dahlias from the Garden
My first year of growing dahlias and I love every one. With time to paint, and exploring oil paints, I had a go at still life.
Moorland View
Beneath the skyThe moorland view Draws us home
Ruth Partridge 