Uneven and hard The path to our church Difficult to navigate Tricky when wet But have you considered the value it holds?For these stones hold the truths of the stories of old.The path to the church built on the rockOver those years countless people have trod Rich and poor Young and old Skilled labourers andContinue reading “Over 800 Years”
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Their Space, Our Space
Where we live Borrowed views Stretch the imagination;The thread of the lane over the hill, The upland ridge Or blanket of moorland fog;Always aware of our windswept ride And the light of the Western sky. Unique Is the position of our home;Though once those ancient stones Yielded No view,Sparing the inhabitants Of the prevailing windThatContinue reading “Their Space, Our Space”
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.
Lost in Candle Flame
Lost in the hypnotic Scented essence A lengthened wickFlickers high Drift into the warmth Comfort wraps A soft spun glow Tapers slowDream over thoughts Softened and stillNight subdues dayHopes return.
The World Spins – until?
CuckooMy world so smallWrapped in sack cloth As it spirals out of controlInto a picture too big to resize The planet spins Climate into oblivionAs politicians spew MeaninglessRounded vowels Airborne like SpindriftA broken record- Of rubbish stacked up on the streetsAmbulances in queuesWhat is the collective nounFor 15 of them- I wonder?72 hours for aContinue reading “The World Spins – until?”
Evening Gate
Open, always openThe gate invites you in.
