Squall and bludgeoning relentBlackened end to winter’s clawNaked trees claim dignity Somber skies,some respite bring Birds loud, in haste,intensify As clouds reform on western fringeUnite a social call.
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The lane in the roar of the Gale
Filigreed tips of naked branches StrainAgainst the roar of the gale;A solitary crow- in futile flight-Relinquishes its path Carried by the currentOn a different plane;Carrying the ghostlyConversations of ancient miners Who trudged this route In twilight hoursAs darkness and grey mist DescendDeep into the sunken laneWhere carpets of spongy moss creepOver sodden branches and roots;AndContinue reading “The lane in the roar of the Gale”
Who Really Knows Me?
Thoughts and entanglements from the limits of my mind Within in the cerebral cortex; Fissured and deepThe folded contoursThe map of my lifeIn laminar flow acrossHemispheres;Woven, those gossamer threads,Tangled wires of emotion,Beads Of thoughtWhich link us to placesLong buried;When awakened, theyResurface, fragmentedFrom the hidden depths.Each of us carriesThe map of our livesOn our skin InContinue reading “Who Really Knows Me?”
Estuary
I turned my face to the sweeping skyAnd the breeze drawn by the Eddying current;I traced the snaking curveOf the channel;I watched the light play onThe mirrored surfaces-Tiny rivulets spread like fingersIn the mud,As Sandpipers picked their way With bobbing heads;Their matchstick legs,Angular and straight;And beyond,a flock of avocets,Their curved beaksStabbing like needles;And wondered ifContinue reading “Estuary”
Saving the Slapton Line
The Slapton Line is a narrow stretch of the A379 road that connects Torcross to Dartmouth. It is unique in running beside the sea on one side ( Slapton Sands ) and Slapton Ley ( a large body of freshwater of important scientific interest) . Many of my poems are inspired from this beautiful beachContinue reading “Saving the Slapton Line”
Winter’s vice
An insurmountable deluge of rain,The dullest of days,The coldest windAs Earth,its struggle with winter In vice is held tight;Even the snowdrops theirHeads nod low,The ferns still resolutely furled, Fragile leaves languid curled Comatose from frozen state; All warmth squeezed out of These ancient stone wallsAnd dampness seeps.
Day to Night- from the Window
With stealth the darkness creepsAnd seals the dayWith hardly a difference of Day from night;Ink black rooksFrom their roost Take flight,Circle, then return to theSame bare branchesSilhouetted againstThe soot grey sky;Wintery sleetFalls;The cold seepsThrough every gap;Even the log fireStruggles in the grate; There is no wind Just empty blackness.
Hope, Light, Love and Rainbows
There’s always hope If we’re brave enough toFeel it;Light if we open our eyesTo reveal it;Love if we allow our hearts To receive itAnd tears(enough to fill the sea)To prove it.Jewels in plenty to redeemLife in all abundance awaits But patience awardsThose who wisdom haveWith knowledge thatWe are not alone.Together we press on.Remembering the rainbowContinue reading “Hope, Light, Love and Rainbows”
A Winter Paradox
A latent sun Which late had risen Seeping through the mistDissipated and weak in appreciation An embodiment Of apologetic proportion Lack lustre in warmthThrough which a murmurationOf starlings flew In laminar flow across The far western skyIn mesmerising contorted patternTheatrical synchronisationAbove the Slapton Line.
I dream in silver
In monochromeWinter depths In haunting monotonous roarOf the winter windI dreamOf the soughing treesTheir naked formWith fingered branches Protesting as they areBent lowAnd rain hammers downOn iron clad groundLike sparks fromThe farrier’s steelOn anvil Made as Headlamps light The dark road ahead A sparkling threadPerchance I dreamIn silver.
