Rain percolates Through the glassEach dropLike resinDistilledTo trickle down The paneA fusion Each beadEmbracingUntilThe obscuredBecomes clearOnce moreAnd all is ObsidianAs night returns.
Tag Archives: South Devon
Splash on the Shore
Foam glistensIridescent,Blown on the windOf salt sprayShards of light Play on the crests of the wavesLike moths to lightDogs runIn and out In free abandonChasing the tideCatching the best of the day.
Morning
After a summer of rain – at last a lovely day! The sky is stretchedIn effortless flowThe land cradled in thefolds of the hillsShrill notes of birdCut the stillness of airAll is restoredThe earth sings its song.
Lament of Rain
Clouds scud Blackened skiesVeil the sunWith coarsened threatLament of rain.
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”
Through the Window
Transient the grainy grey of Morning Slips unnoticed into view Shrillness carried on the ribbon of birdsongCuts through the grey bluish hue.Dense the mist in blanket formA shrouded cover to cloak the sodA distant measure all but hiddenEtched fingers of branches held aloft.
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”
From Night to This
So often awake at 4am to which I pen a few lines in the darkness – watching , always watching as the eye becomes accustomed to the dark . It is only then that I realise that dark has many forms and colours . Night vision is so depleted in us of the modern world.Continue reading “From Night to This”
Twixt Land and Sea
An iridescence tops spun waves Foaming on the shoreline;I am near blinded by the light Of the setting sun;Heaven’s halo Between the island and the shore;The warmth and depth of the Autumn starBrings heaven to earthIn proximity,This liminal placeTwixt land and sea.
The Last Breakfast
Breakfast outside RegardlessSummer as taut as An elastic bandFully stretchedEeking outThe last hoursAlready there is change;How we have grown to fear it.The threads ofHalcyon days by sea or river Begin to sever their clarityAs memories mergeAnd leaves fall to the ground;Expectations out-way the reality.There’s a slight chillIn the airA soughing onThe fingers of the windCloudsContinue reading “The Last Breakfast”
Ruth Partridge 