Mist low in the valleyHangsAs the sun cuts through;The coldBurns as the stride breaksMolecular strands; The breath is cut shortAs feet passSheep which stationaryLieIn quiet contemplation makeSilver of advent dew sparklesIn drifts of white The damp tarmac glistensA royal pathwayIn clouds descending.
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From Darkness to Light
Let the light glow Into the obsidianTurn one grey pebbleOpen the book and turnThe pageRule a clean lineStart a new day.
Sunday slow run
Out came the hat and fluorescent jacket and 6.5 km completed but have lost my Fitbit – it doesn’t feel like it counted! Wet, muddy and getting dark, but restorative nonetheless.
Islands of existence
Like an island chain-An archipelagoAre we islands of existence?Do our minds separate- Compartmentalise?Hold onto secrets of the past Sailing to when we’re adrift?Memories we return toLike favoured holidays past?Ferry crossings back and forthUntil we leave for good?Or strands we take with us on our journey;Connections, patterns,identities Drawn through time and spaceThreads of gossamer tracing theContinue reading “Islands of existence”
Latin isn’t dead
Latin isn’t dead ; it’s immortal. Carpe diem !
The broken shoreline
A walk along the broken shoreline;The ragged waves crash against the rise;Wind and rain drive Near horizontal;The spray is mixed with mist Along the line. The grey sea ever deepens in its movement The sky sinks closer to it still;The noise grinds relentless in the union;Spirits are lifted higher than before.
Woodland in Splendour
Branches- pendulous and jewelled-Leaf dots of orange and yellow,Stippled against silvery paperedSlender trunks;The birch- a key player on the woodland edge;Along the track weDescend steeply intoThe dense forest-Alight with fiery glowAbove the wide smooth trunks of beech;A kaleidoscope of colour-Ambers and tortoiseshell-Vintage greens and goldsKnit the canopy aboveLike fairy lights;Dense Holly Statuesque below Holds brightContinue reading “Woodland in Splendour”
Footsteps without Words
The eye is drawn To capture The broad skySoft haze of the shorelineThe filtered lightThe beauty Of defined grandeur.The ear is drawn To rhythmic motionSounds without callsPowerful and resolute The heart is drawn To footsteps without words.Be still my soul.
Light on a stormy Sea
The pearlescent sun of Softly filtered light Shines through theSpume filled airWaves toss the flurries Into sheltered covesFunnelling foam upwardsLike snowflakesTo the tops of cliffsAbove the noise of the seaNothing can be heardAs waves thunder and pound With every ebb and flowIn mesmerising movement The camera fails to catchThe churning of the seaThe call ofContinue reading “Light on a stormy Sea”
This bleak Day
Rain greases the paneA steady sound on the roof glassIt’s not yet lightYet the day ahead feels bleakA day clearing my father’s houseSame pattern; same houseThat overwhelming feeling Stealthily creeps into the grey hoursIt’s a job to be done.That’s my mantra.Slow traffic and misted windscreensMoving in time to the radio beat.Was it ‘72 or ‘74?TheContinue reading “This bleak Day”
Ruth Partridge 