In silent stance the ice holds still,Branches stilled; Spiked shards fringe each boughin pearlescent white;Stiff snow cloaks mounds of earth,Each bearing tiny crested peaks and troughs defined by rivulets of soil;There’s a crunch beneath one’s feet:A footprint left,Of others too;Angular crossings over the land-Journeys made visibleFor all to see;A scent pervades in the the stillnessContinue reading “Winter’s Vice”
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Their Space, Our Space
Where we live Borrowed views Stretch the imagination;The thread of the lane over the hill, The upland ridge Or blanket of moorland fog;Always aware of our windswept ride And the light of the Western sky. Unique Is the position of our home;Though once those ancient stones Yielded No view,Sparing the inhabitants Of the prevailing windThatContinue reading “Their Space, Our Space”
Under Storm Clouds
A storm cloud swells as heaven sighs Where ribbon of grey threads the skiesClouds are heavy,dense,opaqueIn shades of blue and streaks of slate.The light beneath a fleeting trace Entangled in the storm’s embraceIntense the green of fields belowA shifting patchwork all aglow. Contrasts illuminate and define In every brushstroke, mark and lineVeil of rain,intense inContinue reading “Under Storm Clouds”
Evening Rain
Rain percolates Through the glassEach dropLike resinDistilledTo trickle down The paneA fusion Each beadEmbracingUntilThe obscuredBecomes clearOnce moreAnd all is ObsidianAs night returns.
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”
Into the darkness
bullets of rain ricochet into the darknesssomewhere along the A38location is vaguedrawn am I to the side of the roadfor familiar landmarksheadlights haloand stream white lightat odd anglesJuxtaposedThe road is liquidobsidianInto oblivion
Haiku
drizzlethe expectation evaporates
Dawn -On the breath of wind
Warm air gusts through the open windowCurtains billowListen to the soughing of the treesImagine the curled dried leavesFallingStill the rain does not come.
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 