wind spun waves crash and surgein perpetual rhythmpulling the pebblesfrom under the feetuntil we fall as the seventh wave towersand breaks into orangestained waterat the fringe the shorefrom soft sandstone cliffs etched and leachedafter stormsand we talk where flint glistensunder the sunand we finger the shapesas the wind snatchesour thingsthere is laughter againas the beachgivesContinue reading “Giving again”
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The Last Breakfast
Breakfast outside RegardlessSummer as taut as An elastic bandFully stretchedEeking outThe last hoursAlready there is change;How we have grown to fear it.The threads ofHalcyon days by sea or river Begin to sever their clarityAs memories mergeAnd leaves fall to the ground;Expectations out-way the reality.There’s a slight chillIn the airA soughing onThe fingers of the windCloudsContinue reading “The Last Breakfast”
Under darkness
Darkness deepensThe mind in starkness clarifiedThoughts spun, tumble-driedThe slightest sound is amplified The world sleeps on.Black turns to grey And light though ImperceptibleOutlines the clouds And heavy shrouds Silhouettes enshroudIn definition of approaching day.
Earth’s shores
Earth’s shoresThose boundaries defined As sand slips silently awayNeither land nor sea A liminal placeShape shifting Where nothing is solidDraws like the gravitationalPull of the tideTo cast thoughts In anonymityTo the wavesYet closer in fragility ensconcedTo the emphemeral nature Of the spiritHeard by the cry of the gullAnd all of heaven above. Inspired by aContinue reading “Earth’s shores”
Thoughts
considerations thrown across the table rainbow fades
Through Darkened Days
Old trappings blow through the fingers of the wind Memories cling to bare branchesAs the ivy curls braidsAnd ties bows.Winter sharpens the breath of timeAnd the cold cuts stealGeese shout songs on the wing.Through darkened daysFoxed and etched Light is a silvered mirror-A reflection of who we areAnd who we are to be.The focus shiftsToContinue reading “Through Darkened Days”
Firework Joy
When starbursts earth to sky create Spangled prisms light the dark A myriad of memoriesRocket forth.
Mountains of the Mind
One breath Suspended In the passage of timeThrough millennia DrawnTo be alive Amidst all fragility To be present In the folding layersTo know And to be fully knownTo conjure beautyIn the greyness of the dayTransported to the Mountains of the mind.
Renewal
While life stays still Unbalanced A world keeps moving onBeauty masked in small thingsPaper thin petalsDance above a sea of stemsSoft pincushions of mossGlisten hugging the damp soilThe earthy smellOf renewal.
Evening
Rippled the line of a contour meets the skyDraws red to black, a thread of contrast in defining clarity Binding the heavens to the earth.Beside the fence those bovine forms Contemplative in reverential poseSynchronise the sweetened breathThat softly steams from their Swelling framesJoining the outlineBinding the heavens to the earth. Quiet their presence thereAnd quietContinue reading “Evening”
My Devon Life 