Stratus and silhouetteA feint glow over the western skyA distant nod to encroaching urban sprawlDefining the line Like a dragon’s backThe moorland ridgeSets solidityUnder the wideness of the skyAnchoring the landSilence and reverential stillnessPervade the nightOnly the softest of breathOf the sleeping worldWhispers of memories Spill across the pillowAs slumber is stirredYet nothing movesThe wallsContinue reading “Into this Night”
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Restless
Bright the moonRiven and intenseDeep the shadowsUnder blackened trees which Cloak the view.The wind is heldSilence loadedMagnifying movementand strange noises of the night. Bold the outlinesOf bovine formsGraze in rhythmic functionInhale and exhaleShuffle and cough A poignancy, an urgencythe shriek of the owlA passing carCuts through the stillnessWorn rubber on tarmacRestless the soulAwake and drawnContinue reading “Restless”
Early Dawn
What is it about early dawnThat stirs the soul?The subdued soundThrough blankets of greyEbbs time away from sleepAs a shadow of a batLike a black glovecrosses the window paneI see it oncelike a breath escapedI wait but all in vain As soft lightPermeatesPeeling back the layersOf nightin this thin placeGone
Deep is the Night
Deep is the night Obsidian blackEnveloping allSilent is the windPlacid quietudeSlumbering breathCalm are the thoughtsEchoing memoriesTracing the stars
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.
Bats
Shadows in the nightFlickers of a silent filmAcross the screen
Night
night lingers longsleep exits the open window fingers tap
Night Watch Privilege
Night Through hours past midnightStretches timeUnusually dark and moonless The air holds its breathThrough drawn fingers of spent wind Total silence is layeredLike black is to whiteTo the stillnessThe ticking of the watchPulsation synchronised To heartbeatThe breath of the cows slow and warmThe distant horn of the lighthouse 25 miles outStrangeness its rhythmThese things whichContinue reading “Night Watch Privilege”
Of Watchful Eyes
When I look across at Southwestern hillsThe sky is drawn- A grey line against white;A seam to divide and conquer;Furtive, are the calls of woodland birds That signal premature erasure of light;Here the winding woodland path Descends through dense and deepening foliageOf covert growth In near darknessThe grass here still wet;A heavy earthinessCloaks the airContinue reading “Of Watchful Eyes”
Day to Night- from the Window
With stealth the darkness creepsAnd seals the dayWith hardly a difference of Day from night;Ink black rooksFrom their roost Take flight,Circle, then return to theSame bare branchesSilhouetted againstThe soot grey sky;Wintery sleetFalls;The cold seepsThrough every gap;Even the log fireStruggles in the grate; There is no wind Just empty blackness.
Ruth Partridge 