They mined for tinBeneath blue skiesWhere skylarks sing And swallows soarAnd call of summer home. Joyous the meadow pipit’s Undulated flight Low over tinner’s spoil Now clothed in gorsePink Heather driftsAlong the edgeOf long forgotten mining lore.Perky, the stonechat pair Bob between bush and mire.He bright and sporting red like hunting pinkShe a modest brownishContinue reading “On Holne Moor”
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To Look Above
It gives us joyTo look above To clearnessOf the blue A cloudless skyEarth’s mantleArches over With clarity of vista Drawn deep with searchingThe optic nerve seeks patternsThe wherewithal the heavensAnswers yet unknown Stretch endlessly awayOur vision finiteLost within the blueNo clouded markersNo cairns to mark the wayA thinness stretchedBefore usA wonder Of the beauty ofContinue reading “To Look Above”
No going Back
There’s no going backTo smooth shape- shifting sand The ebb and flow A Light- hung shore There’s no going backTo the transient hazeThe stillness of morning Winter’s lightThere’s no going backThe moment is gone Captured by lensThe now became thenThere’s no going backBlank canvas to start Broad stroke of the brushShape- shifting lineThere’s no goingContinue reading “No going Back”
The Tower
A winding staircase Tread A darkened stepA sunken dish Misshapen Smooth and worn By boots UnseenLight shardsThat danceLike arrowsBowedAs dust motesSpiralIn the miasmatic AirAscendent climbTo lungs release To drink the viewHeld aloft
Spring Contrasts
Pocketed by the glove of fogThe day slips into a world of whiteWhere even the birdsAre silentAnd remain unseen.There’s a pointedness In the roughened fingers of windThat wrap around the western walls Causing slender branches to danceBeneath the misted pane.The old roof nods to the windPassing throughSlates rattle and timbers shiftRain coursesThe ground,a sodden carpetOfContinue reading “Spring Contrasts”
From the Forest Floor
Drawn on whispered breath Of windThe scent of pineOn upturned branchesCaressed by The sentimentOf a winter sunChanneling the Powder blueFunnel of sky.Spent leaves of AutumnSpun into Drifts ofGold carpetCrunchUnder soft feetStartling a wood pigeonBreaking the spell. When we escape the wind, mist and rain that we’ve had all day and venture North East 30 minsContinue reading “From the Forest Floor”
February Mist
When fog hangs over us , as so often it does on the 300 ft contour , why are we always surprised to find a different day as we drop down into the valley? Entrenched, enshroudedIn mist so thick The sun,obscured devoid of lightDarkened boughs hang lowUnder the rain -filled cloudLanes stain redAs mud leachesAndContinue reading “February Mist”
The Year Turns
The year turns And so the memories haunt The space betweenThe festivities and twinkling lightsWhispering to be heardIntricately woven on gossamer threadsStranded through timeGrasped in the depthsFalling lowTo whispers of loveAnd soft tears that fallTo be lovedTo be fully knownEmmanuelGod with usToday and every day.
Quadrille ~ for a summer evening
Evening light drawn acrossPatchwork fieldsEdged in woven linesOf greenA chequered pattern Spanning the valleySheep graze silentlyOn the steep slopesBeneath the pastel skyPinks and mauvesTouching the hillsAlone in the stillnessOf a pastoral sceneUnchanged.
Written by Moonlight
An aria in the sky awaits For the meteor shower,But bold is the moonlight Casting a pinkish hue,Silhouetting the bovine shapes In the fieldInto obscurity reminiscent of A biblical scene;The outline of the moors Defining a perfect backdrop;So still the night, The slightest movement heard;Chaotic the skies above,Yet we fail to seeOur frailty exposed ToContinue reading “Written by Moonlight”
Ruth Partridge 