Snow- white she risesResplendent and poisedQueen of the heavensJewel of the sky.Haloed and frostedSilent and boldHunger moon knownBy tribes long ago.This ancient of spectres Storm moon and Chaste Known by our ancestors.Ghost white and laced.
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Running Home
Poems always start when I’m out running . Tonight I took this picture at 4km and the light was going – I ended up doing 9.5km and the last stretch up the ‘ thinking lane’ was in total darkness to our house on the ridge. Darkness enveloped Just primroses lit the wayBranches mirrored in blackenedContinue reading “Running Home”
Beauty in stillness
Filigreed fans of oak, ash and elm Grace the topsOf wire- sculptured formsThe eye is drawnTo the ridgeTo the wide collage Under light-spangled stratus The smell of the sap rising Olfactory spiralsTrail to the stratosphereLouder the birdsong seems ClearerUrgent The narrative is changing.
Subtle Change
Tightly wrapped From sight AmidstA world preoccupied Beneath leaden skies and rainA sense of stealth prevails In the darknessAcross a slightly lengthened dayA stirring The pallid canvas is being alteredWith strokes of greenA snowdrop carpet covers the soilSmudge of yellow stain marks early daffodilsSubtlety in detail There was no announcement made.Not fully light And theContinue reading “Subtle Change”
The Chime of the Clock
The chime of the clock And I’m back: The elegant hall,Portraits in ranked position,Hopscotch over the shapesIn the worn Persian rug(It was ancient even then);The smoke from the drawing room,Jovial military voices,Academic conversationThe silver, polished and ready, The sound of the gong;Seated promptly at tableStrict instruction given:The correct cutlery,Straight back,Arms off tableRoutine.Artefacts endure(Even the rug)TheContinue reading “The Chime of the Clock”
They say animals have wisdom
The cat She has learnt:Take each day as it comes; Silently she sits and looks out From the sill, Serene and calmIn thought; Still the weather does not change She asks for the door She surveys, The wind on her fur,The dampness on a paw,Daintily she shakes it offAnd draws back inside, A repeated ritualContinue reading “They say animals have wisdom”
Tanka: Pack Cells with Joy
Pack your cells with joy Strip off all of winter’s slothEmbrace the new day Celebrate the patch of blue Breathe deep and embrace the light. Posted for Frank Tasonne’s Haika challenge
Interlude
Squall and bludgeoning relentBlackened end to winter’s clawNaked trees claim dignity Somber skies,some respite bring Birds loud, in haste,intensify As clouds reform on western fringeUnite a social call.
Estuary
I turned my face to the sweeping skyAnd the breeze drawn by the Eddying current;I traced the snaking curveOf the channel;I watched the light play onThe mirrored surfaces-Tiny rivulets spread like fingersIn the mud,As Sandpipers picked their way With bobbing heads;Their matchstick legs,Angular and straight;And beyond,a flock of avocets,Their curved beaksStabbing like needles;And wondered ifContinue reading “Estuary”
Winter’s vice
An insurmountable deluge of rain,The dullest of days,The coldest windAs Earth,its struggle with winter In vice is held tight;Even the snowdrops theirHeads nod low,The ferns still resolutely furled, Fragile leaves languid curled Comatose from frozen state; All warmth squeezed out of These ancient stone wallsAnd dampness seeps.
Ruth Partridge 