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On Mothering Sunday

In thankfulness of my mother , grandmothers and great grandmother who have shaped who I am today .

A river dips into oblivion Karstic it dissolves through limestoneForming glass- like windowsBeneath the groundStarlight rivers snake their wayA thousand metres beneath the soilLimestone itself is tidalSurging and dropping Unnoticed beneath our feetTo the pull of the moon. There is so much I do not know So much I do not understand So much IContinue reading “Starlight Rivers”

Haiku – on air

dotted quaverscarried on aira wake up call

I will listen

I will listen to the song of the sea I will listen to the wind in the treesThe lamentations of the world Torn to shredsThe fear,the loss, the anger sharedI will feel the warmth within these walls I will feel the love from those around Each flower that opens yellow or blue Will draw meContinue reading “I will listen”

Across the World

I amazed by who reads my poems and where in the world you all all are. Have a very happy Wednesday, Ruth x poetry readingacross the worldelastic geography

Storm 3

The four winds blow, Mustering yet more strengthIn rallying war cry Powerful and StrongSweeping over bent grassCombing and creasing the hillInto ripples of spun icing; Trees are rocked and spun in Forceful gyrations prizing Naked branches apart.Building and retreating in monumental fashionRelentless in accomplishment.Refusing to abate.All through the nightTo the cold blue-greyAnd a view.debris castContinue reading “Storm 3”

Strong Deliverance

I loved his caption on Instagram -unbowed by wind or rain. @themontydon a low profile unbowed by wind or stormstrong deliverance

Rhythm of Morning

Sometimes there is a song in the morning Of blackbird or wren,A flit through the hedge,Often unseenThough shrill the call;Or thrushIn rhythm breaking a shell,Driving a rivet into a stone.Lamenting all today,The world spins darkerThe tune is changed;The song replaced by constant roarOf pounding wind,Forceful and strong,Whistling through any Gap unseen,A broken tune Of slateContinue reading “Rhythm of Morning”

Hmm !

any thought I trancemy mapped and spoken dreamspersonal signature

Ancient Walls

I touch the walls of the ancient room,And feel the breath from another age. From here I glimpse the transient silvered moon;I trance dark clouds amidst storm -filled rage.The wind it thunders, though unrestrained;These walls of stories and secrets keptIn silence resolute unexplained,If only they awoke instead of slept.What stories are wrought which they couldContinue reading “Ancient Walls”