chest of drawers
in my father’s house
autumn gathered
The Only Run in Weeks
Twists turn
The open road to
Narrowed arteries between
The fields
Of gold and green
Wild the hedgerows
Exuberance outweighed
Bow low
Webs spun
On threads of silver
Span the bramble thorns
Beads of berries
Blackened their stain
On the road
Where fixed my gaze
Intent on intervals
Is drawn.
Haiku- Autumn Evening Swim
waning light
I drift silently
with the current
Twisted Ribbon- the power of the Sea in Me
Pulsation of the sound
Shingle on shore
Mesmerising motion
Eyes glued to
The twisted ribbon
Snaking the shoreline to the sound
Of the waves
Some distance away
But so real
So haunting
Memories flood by
Energy of the sea
Fills every part
I cannot turn away
The power of the sea
In me.
Cold Water
The river
It lures
Deep and clear.
Poised on the rock
I
Reach out
To point of no return
Eyes fixed
Caught intensity
A moment suspended in time
Lost in penetrating cold
Until rhythm is found
To breathe again
And submerged
Warmth returns.
To Swim in Wild Water
Where boulders meet water
And ripples cast
Amidst bubbles and shimmering
Reflections that imprint
On the mind
That is cleared both free and alert
Eye level with nature
Synchronised the breath
Each stroke made deliberate
To match with the speed
Of the current which steers
The thread of the river
At one
With the force that surrounds
Gaining equilibrium holding the ground
A freedom found
All stress disappears
A stillness reached
Sights and sounds blend into one
Patterns on the surface
The canopy of trees
The feel of the air
The crisp cleansing within.
Tingling sensors
Energised
Alive.
Wild Swimming x2 in two days
Cracking the mirrored surface
Breaks the picture
Transiently;
Breath sharpened,
Mind focused-
Drawn eye -level with nature
Drawn to wonder
To gaze upwards;
The canopy of trees
Plays
The shaft of light;
Damsel flies dance on the surface
Jewel dots of colour,
Ripples in the water
Pushing upstream
For yards
Slow and rhythmic,
Breath and stroke synchronised
Until we are at one with nature
Mesmerised midstream,
Totally at peace.
Long Night
Having a puppy in pain is no different to having a sick child. It’s going to be a long night!
To the sound of whimpering
The moon she rises
Still the night
But tormented a soul
Shrill she calls into the darkness
For one to hear.
Out on the lawn
Injured leg raised
Precarious the balance
Confused eyes shine bright
She stares into the night.
From cage to sofa
Reclined with her senior
Calmer, protected
Fragmented sleep returns.
Dahlias from the Garden
My first year of growing dahlias and I love every one.
With time to paint, and exploring oil paints, I had a go at still life.
Moorland View
Beneath the sky
The moorland view
Draws us home
Ruth Partridge 