In curious pursuit of frankincense Resin pure like goldFingers trace the spines of ancient booksSpan continents through age and time Apothecaries of old take venerable ways and newWoody tones and spices blendMystical distillation to essential oilMysterious cure in inflammatory responseElicitation from astrologers sphereCarried to the cribGreat in mystery of faithWorship and offering divinePerfumed incense waftedContinue reading “In Melchior’s path”
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Remembrance – Silence
Silence at the cenotaph All along the widest street Silence in the churches At 11, the people meetSilence in the poppiesGrown on Flanders’s fieldsWorn with pride with medalsMemories slow to heal Silence on the SommeNo rifle shot was heardSilence that was frightening Silence that was fearedSilence causing numbnessSilence causing pain Death before the silence ThereafterHopeContinue reading “Remembrance – Silence”
Sonnet- Autumn
If I could slow the moving tide of Autumn, Stop each and every leaf prepared to fall;Would I miss the fading hues verbatim,The beauty in the colours of perennials tall?Chattering, the swallows meet too soon to fly;Patterned forms stir beauty in striation; The buzzard shrieks an urgency of cry;Across open land, a shadowed murmuration. HowContinue reading “Sonnet- Autumn”
Insight
Dawn stills thoughtsPreempts the harshness ofNight time fearPrompts the joyOf a new dayJobs mundaneSatisfactionTime outsideFresh air inhaledA coffee with a friend Conversation sharedTime to create Time to grow Time to be
Wounded
They say time heals the soulAn open wound needs some care: I write it downI pray aloud I sit at the piano And sing it loud I run in the lanesI shout to the windI swim in the sea And call to the cloudsAs I cut through the wavesSalt sticks to my hairAs I swimContinue reading “Wounded”
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”
Dawn is held
Pink the hueSteals the remnant Night slips awayBlackened forms of branchesCast sharp silhouettesAnd for a moment filigreed fingersHold the skyAs dawn is held As colours mergeTo bluish grey. https://www.threads.net/@slow_lane_art_and_garden_
Glimpse through the Gate
brighter the day a golden orb alighting a Midas touch Acrylic on board Spent four days trying to get contrasts right and enable the top to talk to the bottom to make it convincing.
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.
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
Ruth Partridge 