In curious pursuit of frankincense Resin pure like goldFingers trace the spines of ancient booksSpan continents through age and time Apothecaries of old take venerable ways and newWoody tones and spices blendMystical distillation to essential oilMysterious cure in inflammatory responseElicitation from astrologers sphereCarried to the cribGreat in mystery of faithWorship and offering divinePerfumed incense waftedContinue reading “In Melchior’s path”
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Crafted by the typist beside the River Thames
I came across two lovely men sat beside the River Thames, beside the Globe Theatre ( Shakespeare’s place) with vintage typewriters tapping away with rhythm. Beside them a stand . Poet for hire – give whatever you feel. We talked a little I chose the thoughts: faith, hope and love and he wrote silently forContinue reading “Crafted by the typist beside the River Thames”
Remembrance – Silence
Silence at the cenotaph All along the widest street Silence in the churches At 11, the people meetSilence in the poppiesGrown on Flanders’s fieldsWorn with pride with medalsMemories slow to heal Silence on the SommeNo rifle shot was heardSilence that was frightening Silence that was fearedSilence causing numbnessSilence causing pain Death before the silence ThereafterHopeContinue reading “Remembrance – Silence”
There’s an art to it
There’s an art to it:exploring,looking making the mostnot thinking the least.There’s an art to it:simplicity Stripping backNot striving for moreobserving what’s there imagining what’s not.Pared back simplicity:to be in the momentNot fretting the past or what is to come There’s an art to it:to find stillnessto be there in the moment to be.
Sonnet- Autumn
If I could slow the moving tide of Autumn, Stop each and every leaf prepared to fall;Would I miss the fading hues verbatim,The beauty in the colours of perennials tall?Chattering, the swallows meet too soon to fly;Patterned forms stir beauty in striation; The buzzard shrieks an urgency of cry;Across open land, a shadowed murmuration. HowContinue reading “Sonnet- Autumn”
Insight
Dawn stills thoughtsPreempts the harshness ofNight time fearPrompts the joyOf a new dayJobs mundaneSatisfactionTime outsideFresh air inhaledA coffee with a friend Conversation sharedTime to create Time to grow Time to be
Where The River Meets the Sea
Consider the birds for they neither reap nor sow …. consider the lilies of the field how they grow; they neither toil or spin. Why worry ? Matt chp 6 So when I paint, I consider the beauty of what I see in all of nature and today I thought there is nothing grander orContinue reading “Where The River Meets the Sea”
From Stars to Scars
In their wakeStars leave trailsEthereal chemistry Woven through time Across dark skiesLike memoriesTrailing within our livesFrom stars to scarsWhispers stretchedTranscendent inTime and spaceRemembered for ever.
Wounded
They say time heals the soulAn open wound needs some care: I write it downI pray aloud I sit at the piano And sing it loud I run in the lanesI shout to the windI swim in the sea And call to the cloudsAs I cut through the wavesSalt sticks to my hairAs I swimContinue reading “Wounded”
Restless
Bright the moonRiven and intenseDeep the shadowsUnder blackened trees which Cloak the view.The wind is heldSilence loadedMagnifying movementand strange noises of the night. Bold the outlinesOf bovine formsGraze in rhythmic functionInhale and exhaleShuffle and cough A poignancy, an urgencythe shriek of the owlA passing carCuts through the stillnessWorn rubber on tarmacRestless the soulAwake and drawnContinue reading “Restless”
Ruth Partridge 