Surfing the clouds on the golden edgeAbove huge swell of smoke hewn driftsThe sun just dips behind Where Icarus are you?The line of the moor an etched grim Line of no responseOminous in presenceLarger in formThe battle in the skies Set.
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Fire Crested Sky
Fire crest Flame-thrower Streams ribbons Across the skyIn gold threaded tapestryA woven snakeskinA mackerel skyUnder silvered scalesThe winds of changeThe tide turnsThe gauntlet thrown down.
To be Out Early
Shafts of light filter through open treesDainty beads of colourOf dew-spangled jewelsThread through the bank,Winding a tapestry; Silence is Held on the breath of the windUntil murmurs and shuffles In the henhouse are heard And the spell is broken By a sharp blackbird call. Out early with whippet puppy – there are advantages – feelingContinue reading “To be Out Early”
Abandonment to Garden
Like Socrates,tread I barefoot on the ground Drink deeply, elixir of the soil Strengthened by every grain imbibedConnections rooted deeply from the coreThe elemental smell of rain- freed earthy spores that cleanse and heal;A living substrate made for growthIn simplicity, softly drawn withinWhere we, with nature, seemingly at one Are held,Protected by the earth andContinue reading “Abandonment to Garden”
Drawn to a Black and White World
Only a thin blue lineA hint of haze As fog puckers its surface; Smokescreen of view,Visceral changes manifest asBlurred shapes deep within a Cloud- born haze form Lines without ends, Fields, their boundaries lost inVanishing spectral light-Of A chain of promises broken; Drawn in are we or out Into a black and white world?
Stormy Seas
The sea churns With spun sugar-whipped foaming energy Fixing salt spray on the lips;The gull on the fingers of the windIs held in suspensionAs the waves roll and retreatLike the Tuppenny slot machine of the arcade,Relentlessly mechanical in motion: in and outDrawing the sand from the bed of the sea In a serge of reddishContinue reading “Stormy Seas”
Rain 2
Again the wind roars The rain lashes Across in straight lines The torment comes In the grey light of dawnA driven energy A pounding invasion Quietened are the birdsTaking refuge in the hedgeTheir songReplaced by the strengthened gustsGone is the gentleness of eveningThe rain driving in an angled veilIntensifies in rhythm of a snare drumContinue reading “Rain 2”
Gentle Rain
Steady and deliberate drops fall Patterning the surface of the soilIn stippled patternReleasing The intoxicating sweet smell of fungal spores Evocative of rare still nights The air hangs The sound mesmerisingIntensifyingThe garden in secrecy awaitsRefreshmentWithout tormentOf wind and storm. Tonight the soil will be replenishedThe plants nourishedNurtured with care.
When we are lost
Reason- there is no reasonWe cannot comprehend;Where there was certainty There lies a gaping hole-An emptiness too big to fill;Reason – there is no reason-We want to shout it out.We cry without sound.It’s too big,Our voice too small.Questions, but no answers Drift on the breath Of silence;But listen- On the wings of the dove PeaceContinue reading “When we are lost”
Golden Flourish
Golden,the final flourish underThe billowing stratus cloud,Captures a Midas touchAs if a net is castAnd the light is flung into spaceBy an almighty hand,Blessing the Earth in beautyAs pigeon and dove sit still, The cows again are silencedIn deepening shades of greenAs the wind from the East abates At the ending of the day.
