My eye’s finger-tips can never quite draw from the tarmac a face distinct, but I know it is God perfected, there in the oily rainbow’s slow… Read more “VIGNETTES -perfection”
Silk I have heard a sound that holds me fast, claiming my focus at the expense of all. It is when you float my name from… Read more “SILK”
Slumber The rain was tiring, still heavy, yet hinting at its intention to lull and spot with random fall. You moved to sleep, while… Read more “SLUMBER”
The first of winter’s hands are shown, the leaves under the hedge cease their decay and are held crisp again, their yellows and browns cold coated, sparkle… Read more “FIRST HEAVY FROST”
Inspired by the powerful and enjoyable, but ultimately sad film ‘PHILOMENA’ starring Judy Dench and Steve Coogan. A film based on fact, it is… Read more “TAKEN”
Eyes My eyes are like the flower alone, that blooms still despite its place, amidst the tall grass and privet’s… Read more “Eyes”
Hi friends & Poets, I just wanted to let you all know my recent silence is due to complications with Parkinson’s Disease, which despite hospitalisation have not… Read more “JUST TO SAY……….”
A perfect bath, I ran the perfect bath, with the water left just shy of too hot so my skin coppered beneath the soft velvet of new-born… Read more “A PERFECT BATH”
First morning of the holiday In that morning’s air, the notion of a mist suspended, so slight my eyes debated… Read more “First morning of the holiday”
Most folk in the U.K have a favourite ‘Chippy’ (shop selling freshly fried fish and chips) and will argue passionately that ‘theirs’ is best . Some… Read more “VICTORIA ROAD FISHERIES”
The image hidden in the droplets is a symbol of the flower of life expressed by sacred Geometry . … Read more “RAIN”
The World would be a very boring place if we we all the same. Chalk n Cheese I know that you dream, of peaches and… Read more “CHALK ‘N’ CHEESE”
NB – MAY NEED TO LET IT BUFFER OR PLAY TWICE IF IT STUTTERS/HANGS When I can ride the carousel no more,… Read more “NOCTURNAL”
GAIA – The Gaia hypothesis, also known as the Gaia theory or the Gaia principle, proposes that living organisms interact with their inorganic surroundings on Earth to… Read more “GAIA–MOTHER EARTH”
A Dale’s village Under the tor, on the losing bank as the river horse-shoed round, a gentle flow of iced tea which now and then… Read more “A Dale’s village”
A clenched fist My fist is balled, tight, knuckles white, nail daggers bite. deep, and into yielding skin seep, etching my palm with constriction of… Read more “A CLENCHED FIST”
Familiar There is much comfort found here, in the familiar, like a favourite jumper, that no longer fits, yet is kept still, but not… Read more “FAMILIAR”
Afterwards Beyond before, and of trinity Time, existing only through moments now, a lover’s sleep or the dreadful chime, perhaps hands on scythe or plough. What… Read more “AFTERWARDS”
Lover or friend Would you leave tomorrow’s tale a virgin sheet, on which no pattern of life, by hand encrypted, will lie, and future meet……..… Read more “LOVER OR FRIEND”
Burden My burden is greatest at sundown, before evening smudges the sky with charcoal fingers, when Swift and Swallow, soar on warm summer risings, freer than… Read more “BURDEN”
Beach storm As if tethered to the above, the sea was drawn back, back beyond sight and sound, until there was nothing but sand yielding… Read more “BEACH STORM”
Firefly jars The days fading heat melts the air. into the amber wash of twilight fall and with a brush like breeze so fair. then thinly… Read more “FIREFLY JARS”
Although it may, at first, appear as spooky ‘Poe-esque’ piece, it is more about how children react to and are sometimes fascinated by mortality, and how they… Read more “DEAD BIRD”
Beech The colour of limes, cooling in shade, appears, seemingly as watched, to feather the venous cradle of branchlets with downy leaves, that hint of suede,… Read more “BEECH”
Legal eagle She’s great at her job, and earns a few bob, tapping the keys all day. She goes to posh Do’s, and the company sues, with… Read more “LEGAL EAGLE”
A hand held It was a slight thing. Perhaps abstract, though I felt a sudden soaring of all, as your fingers took my hand, saying… Read more “A HAND HELD”
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