With pulsating rain The strengthening wind is drawn through The blackest of nights;The mist swirls ribbons Like the jet stream trailAnd the windows rattle;Droplets course down the blackened panes in little streamsPooling on the ledge As the latch lifts and falls And curtains move in oscillating rhythm While heavy slates lift and dropMaking the wholeContinue reading “Old House :Winter Night”
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It was his Birthday
Written is response to the http://www.ekphrastic.net for the ekphrastic challenge : Van Gogh Starry Night . It was his Birthday It was his birthday When thinking becomes joined up And is more than black and whiteIt was his birthday when the Lines of traffic merged in a continuous Stream somewhere along the A38 When electricContinue reading “It was his Birthday”
Spring in abeyance
Winter holds the signs of spring in abeyanceDaffodils nod to the strengthening windCrocus makes no statement bound in straggly grass Snowdrops bow low tightened and ResoluteA fire is lit in the grate and Curtains drawn. Birdsong quietens awaiting the callIllusions of spring awaiting fulfilmentThe lion to lay down with theLamb.
Sight
a fading picturethe optometrist works shining the light
Thoughts
considerations thrown across the table rainbow fades
Black and White
Cold sleet on old slate Grey air,grey stone.The world is black and white.
Storm through the Night
All through the night – relentless and totally dark. Our 375 year house sits on a high ridge and it does feel like we are sometimes under siege . A gusting windExhales in bursts The rain Like knives spears the darkRicochets off ancient walls.To the keeper of the keys. The pulsating nightDrinks in thirstThe slatesVibrateContinue reading “Storm through the Night”
The Kingdom of the Grey
Beneath the woodland floorYou look for more Stare at the grey:A moon from outer space; Another web ;another worldSkeins unfurled Drawn of fine strandsAnd white fungal lace; I could trance the soil awaySee The kingdom of the greyAppear now and thenGossamer threads that trace. Inspired after reading a chapter of Underland by Robert Macfarlane thisContinue reading “The Kingdom of the Grey”
Trace fossils fill the void
Red Sky in Morning
The blush pink sky twists the forecastWrapping the clouds in ominous hueThere’s clarity in warningThe air is stillBirdsong is activeShrill cries of the blackbird cut throughToo sharp are the angulations of the fieldsCarving lines of clipped brown hedges with shards of goldAcid green are the fields Under the low winter sunTransient patterns About to changeContinue reading “Red Sky in Morning”
