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.
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Through the Fog
Silent thoughts tumble Evaporating on the fingers of the windThe damp air enshrouds the world in whiteThe steady saturation of mist Seeps throughThe parched landCloaked from viewFilling the soulReplenishing the spiritOf the earth.
Hiding the Story
The sky hides the story Grey and resoluteMist and windBelying the climate change.
Bats
Only the bat is nebularTheir streaming shadows play the remaking of a light show; Serotine ,Pippestrelle or HorseshoeForms identified by ear or furPersonified in mystery inSoft bodied perpetual motion With a fleeting glimpseA powdered spectre;Flight At dawn or dusk.Yet through the nightThe shadows play against the glassIn liminal motionRetreating and oscillatingBack and forthA mesmerising displayIfContinue reading “Bats”
Pastoral
At the stirring of the birds in morning As the world, its breath is held When those murmurings are forming And the monochrome is framed in gold.The cows still sleep- their forms striated Across the fields the colours merge Before these words are scribed,the sky is rendered Draws a curtain up to clarify the view.
Observations in the Woodland Garden
My hands deep in the earth-Stained and wornWhere air is heavy and intense from spores released with rain;I watch fine droplets streaming down new leaves Arched over with weightAs fronds of fernsWith Prehistoric curlHang lowIn communion with Dog-toothed violet;Where faded primroses nodTo bluebells near purple in their Intoxicating intensity;The old fork is proppedReady to liftContinue reading “Observations in the Woodland Garden”
Observations on a Postcard
Beautiful afternoon for watching the beach and eating shellfish alfresco at the Winking Prawn . A postcard view within a snapshot But sit awhile and observe the flowTowards the shoreline Down and upExceptEyes skyward, a whippet follows a disc In predictable line of anticipated retrieval across the wet sandBreaking the mirrored surfaceAvoiding the flow CloudContinue reading “Observations on a Postcard”
Bats
fleeting shadowsfigure of eightin moonlight flight
Earth’s shores
Earth’s shoresThose boundaries defined As sand slips silently awayNeither land nor sea A liminal placeShape shifting Where nothing is solidDraws like the gravitationalPull of the tideTo cast thoughts In anonymityTo the wavesYet closer in fragility ensconcedTo the emphemeral nature Of the spiritHeard by the cry of the gullAnd all of heaven above. Inspired by aContinue reading “Earth’s shores”
Storm 3
The four winds blow, Mustering yet more strengthIn rallying war cry Powerful and StrongSweeping over bent grassCombing and creasing the hillInto ripples of spun icing; Trees are rocked and spun in Forceful gyrations prizing Naked branches apart.Building and retreating in monumental fashionRelentless in accomplishment.Refusing to abate.All through the nightTo the cold blue-greyAnd a view.debris castContinue reading “Storm 3”
Ruth Partridge 