A smudge of ashIn return to dustFrom dust to creationIn the potter’s handsIn frailty we tread Though never aloneWe are held by love.Love walks alongside.
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124 years ago they stared
People stared at the camera unaware that 124 years later we would stare at them as we scroll on Instagram Mesmerised we scroll through sunken faces Strange innocence behind those haunting eyes For they have known more hardshipThan our countenance affords usAnd we intrigued can only wonder why? Would they have ever envisaged that weContinue reading “124 years ago they stared”
In Quietude
In quietude Day by day Change in subtlety stirs As textures fillAnd colours spill Before our eyes
Under Storm Clouds
A storm cloud swells as heaven sighs Where ribbon of grey threads the skiesClouds are heavy,dense,opaqueIn shades of blue and streaks of slate.The light beneath a fleeting trace Entangled in the storm’s embraceIntense the green of fields belowA shifting patchwork all aglow. Contrasts illuminate and define In every brushstroke, mark and lineVeil of rain,intense inContinue reading “Under Storm Clouds”
Unseen
If I can stand a while in thought, and tranceThe clouds away to brighter clearer skies; Along the lane I’ll run and glimpse a passing glance Afforded in return a valuable surprise.The hedges tall ensconced with bramble, Sink sunken lanes devoid of any view;But every now and then like rhythmic punctuation rambles, A gateway lightsContinue reading “Unseen”
The Moon through Fog
Through dense fog she shines;Her hollow lightPiercing the gloom, Soft lustred; Turning grey to blush pink Like cotton candy spun with golden thread,IncandescentTo central orb.
Quintrain
Exploring this Japanese form to describe my winter visitors – a little flock of Long tailed tits that fly across each morning to the feeders right at the top of the garden by the field – never near the house. They are so trusting and come far closer than any other birds. Waiting… Watchful andContinue reading “Quintrain”
Faraway Lane
Undulating with twist and turnSnake like It stretches out beforeSteeply banked on either sideAfforded by An occasional glimpsePunctuating the lineAs gatewaysOpen Across the valley slopesSoft green and pastoralTo the filigreed trees on the Opposite ridgeBefore leaningOnce again Into the depths of the sunken world FootwornDark and closed Deep and secluded where air is stilled HiddenWithContinue reading “Faraway Lane”
Into a new beginning
Punctually, without slowing The world on axis turnsResolute with resolutions non affirming In silence spins its cadenceundeterred Across the world A global celebrationAs fireworks light the darkness of the skies As from Pacific to the North Atlantic The calendar turns,the date baptised. And so I wish you a Happy New Year
Into this Night
Stratus and silhouetteA feint glow over the western skyA distant nod to encroaching urban sprawlDefining the line Like a dragon’s backThe moorland ridgeSets solidityUnder the wideness of the skyAnchoring the landSilence and reverential stillnessPervade the nightOnly the softest of breathOf the sleeping worldWhispers of memories Spill across the pillowAs slumber is stirredYet nothing movesThe wallsContinue reading “Into this Night”
Ruth Partridge 