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This Sunday in the Slow Lane

A walk from Bolberry Down to Bolt Tail. Lovely to be out in the air ( it was very windy ) and to hear the sea. The surging waves against the shore were dramatic and the clouds played marbled patterns across the surface of the sea.

When it rains

Summer Solstice at Stonehenge

The Heel stone marks the rise The crown of the year The sun in its meridianHeld momentarily clear;Statistically recordedLongest day of light Waning days till YuleBale fires alight.Mystic ritual performed, Ancient Norse procession,The light of Earth’s existence,Mysteries of succession.The sun reaches its zenith Upon these ancient stones;Our planet in quiet alignment In beauty is honed;ConnectsContinue reading “Summer Solstice at Stonehenge”

Haiku: Mizzle – a definition

To understand

Music

So true Music

Compromise

The stillness of Morning

Ghost routes

A narrow length of grey Disappears into blackBetween high hedges Well aligned.Ferns are archedWith secrets heldIn spectral stillness.A Breath of windCastselicit conversationsBetween the leaves,Murmurs Of time forgottenyearsBy long gone travellersWhose spectres linger thereAbove the moss And creeping ivy That twists around The gnarled trunks of trees.Haunting stillnessEnvelopes all and Takes me in to feelAnd breatheContinue reading “Ghost routes”

Ramblings -to be a writer

I’ve dreamt of being a writer since I was 10. I spoke of it at interviews for senior school . I worked hard entrance examinations. I read widely- I had a good imagination. However during school that first day of senior school something quashed that idea. ‘Stand up if you are left- handed ,’ orderedContinue reading “Ramblings -to be a writer”