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Their Space, Our Space
Where we live Borrowed views Stretch the imagination;The thread of the lane over the hill, The upland ridge Or blanket of moorland fog;Always aware of our windswept ride And the light of the Western sky. Unique Is the position of our home;Though once those ancient stones Yielded No view,Sparing the inhabitants Of the prevailing windThatContinue reading “Their Space, Our Space”
Walk in the Rain
Streams trickle along the edgeLike miniature fish-scales glisteningCriss crossing Perpetual in motionRibbons on the side of roadOf mirrored tarmac.Head bowedTo the sloshing of Worn gumbootsCoat at saturation pointA haze of mist Spits in the face.Spent grasses flopArched and bowedTiny droplets Hang Cobwebs sparkleColours stay muted In the grey.
Holiday ?
holiday enjoying relaxation building carbon footprint Hmm it’s making me think. We have reduced all journeys this year and remained close to home. On Friday we travel to the other end of the country to swap one coastline for another. Even the geology crosses the country in the same way – Jurassic to Jurassic .Continue reading “Holiday ?”
Storm 3
The four winds blow, Mustering yet more strengthIn rallying war cry Powerful and StrongSweeping over bent grassCombing and creasing the hillInto ripples of spun icing; Trees are rocked and spun in Forceful gyrations prizing Naked branches apart.Building and retreating in monumental fashionRelentless in accomplishment.Refusing to abate.All through the nightTo the cold blue-greyAnd a view.debris castContinue reading “Storm 3”
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 Only Run in Weeks
Twists turn The open road toNarrowed arteries between The fields Of gold and green Wild the hedgerows Exuberance outweighed Bow low Webs spun On threads of silver Span the bramble thornsBeads of berriesBlackened their stainOn the roadWhere fixed my gaze Intent on intervals Is drawn.
A familiar Sound
A call in the dark A familiar sound The cows went out last evening, Exuberant beyond all measure Overwhelmed by the spaceAnd the smell of spring grass;Like children Running and jumping Manoeuvring their giant frames In ungainly pursuit of jollityWith unconfined pleasureAfter a winter in the barn; Tonight unease- Calling into the night RestlessIn needContinue reading “A familiar Sound”
On Granite Tors
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”
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”
Ruth Partridge 