To stand aloft a mighty eminence, Command of stature and of height The strength defined in graniteHewn by fire Of feldspar, quartz and mica drawn,Defining presence throughTowering walls of rock; Those Tors,with magnificence From ancient Crucibles were formedResplendent of refiner’s fire To forge the views of upland ridge; From whence deep wooded valleys Plunge toContinue reading “On Granite Tors”
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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.
Hoar Frost
Through feathered leaves,sutured needles,Icy spines Under the astral sky, Dark fingers charm; Crystals, thick which interlock, Breathe superstition Into the night of Supersaturated air; The silhouette is manifest; It’s stature changed,Transformed to supernatural Spectral state.
Under an English Sky
In laminar flow the colours,Kaleidoscopic moveAcross the moorland ridge;Burnished bronzeAnd a torrid haze of strawUnites with cooler greensAs the leaden clouds give wayTo patches of powder blue And the world really doesAwaken to the promise Under an English Sky.
The difference of one Day
Beguiled by beautyThe transient winter’s mornWith hint of white streakedAcross a cyan sky The palette of the hedgerowSwapped for lichen covered Moorland rocksAnd sweeping viewsCandescent riseFrom aloft the mighty Granite tors.Air to breathe The warmth of sunRespite from rain.
Frost at Dawn
Uncertain,That time between shaded Dawn and morning, Nature, In frailty of perfection; Earth lays down on frosted ground Stillness and clarity To seduce the mind On distant viewsJust out of bounds Though view,restriction cannot hold Unchained It serves to sate the soul;Transient it embracesEphemeral white and laced Before transfigured it Resumes its green stained hue.Continue reading “Frost at Dawn”
Driving Home
A marauding sky creeps over the skylineDramatising the moorland ridge;Silver- fingered branches Steal the showAs their naked forms Stand sentinel on the banks; The moss – green of the hollyBoasts proudly against theImpending darkness;Sharply focusedThe eye is drawnTo the silver lane snaking the homeward mile As the moor vanishesBlotted outAnd heavy drops Land on theContinue reading “Driving Home”
Wild Swimming
Wild Swimming at Sharrah Pool Dartmoor
The River Dart flows fast through and over granite rock. There are fast flowing rapids and turbulent waterfalls. We approached with more than a bit of a scramble having walked down from Venford Reservoir past the Venford Falls . After crossing the fast flowing stream we got to the River Dart and proceeded down streamContinue reading “Wild Swimming at Sharrah Pool Dartmoor”
Big Skies Over the Moor
Flat lines drawn in swathes of grey Threaten a warning given this dayMist shrouds the moorTo the valley floorVeiled and heavyThe clouds bear down. A sweep of the brushA stain of blue Palette of colour Transition of hueBig skies and wide Stretch across This Dartmoor fellVisual storytelling Lines withheld Breathtaking views To hold in theContinue reading “Big Skies Over the Moor”
Ruth Partridge 