Friday, 16 December 2011
Sunday, 11 December 2011
Thursday, 8 December 2011
wind wayward wind wind away
barn doors swing back and forth like a solid skirt, crashing against the edges
suddenly in the dark, I wait-
for the wind to open them again,
slits of light and massive bombardment of sound - an unshelter -
I wait, for the reveal -
wobbling , wet, last leaves leaving
jittering, struggling to hold on
I have waited for this assault of weather
through this gentle autumn - something ready to pounce
weather reasserts itself
and I happily hold steady against the blast, then release and blow away
changeable as the wind
take away take away, away is where `I want to be
wind away wind
way of wind way
away
barn doors swing back and forth like a solid skirt, crashing against the edges
suddenly in the dark, I wait-
for the wind to open them again,
slits of light and massive bombardment of sound - an unshelter -
I wait, for the reveal -
wobbling , wet, last leaves leaving
jittering, struggling to hold on
I have waited for this assault of weather
through this gentle autumn - something ready to pounce
weather reasserts itself
and I happily hold steady against the blast, then release and blow away
changeable as the wind
take away take away, away is where `I want to be
wind away wind
way of wind way
away
Monday, 28 November 2011
a boot just beside the entrance pond
just one, definitely worn and scrapped
its a woman's boot with a zip up the outside
and a leaf in
I am always looking for human footprints on the land, in the land, in memory, in imagination
and here, here is a boot, without a foot true, but one that has stepped here and left mystery
body in the water, mud, murder
or just dropped from a tractor's edge or an open back pack
its hard to think of anyone placing it there
it is an accident
a footfall
a still day
frost, acid blue light
behind a range of clouds
frost dew melting in
leaves burnished copper, magenta purple, shadowed conifer green,
burnt mustard , olive dull, gossamer green
two last thistles
clouds move
the rest
still
just one, definitely worn and scrapped
its a woman's boot with a zip up the outside
and a leaf in
I am always looking for human footprints on the land, in the land, in memory, in imagination
and here, here is a boot, without a foot true, but one that has stepped here and left mystery
body in the water, mud, murder
or just dropped from a tractor's edge or an open back pack
its hard to think of anyone placing it there
it is an accident
a footfall
a still day
frost, acid blue light
behind a range of clouds
frost dew melting in
leaves burnished copper, magenta purple, shadowed conifer green,
burnt mustard , olive dull, gossamer green
two last thistles
clouds move
the rest
still
Friday, 25 November 2011
Saturday, 19 November 2011
november 19
faded purple marsh thistle
more dried up and skeletoned
broken boned and brown
all leaves claimed for autumn\a golden mustard ache, copper, pink, copper
streaked ray of sun
photographs lumps of dew
which hug each piece of grass
more dried up and skeletoned
broken boned and brown
all leaves claimed for autumn\a golden mustard ache, copper, pink, copper
streaked ray of sun
photographs lumps of dew
which hug each piece of grass
Wednesday, 9 November 2011
Monday, 31 October 2011
catching twelve means twelve months good luck
I will have to wait, chasing doesn't work-
standing under a tree in wind might
one slides down the back of my right shoulder
another strikes me at the throat
my hands lurch up, miss
leaves on their wind channels
suddenly change direction
like me - drift
dash
flop
bal-
ance
and all on that
fateful journey
down
I will have to wait, chasing doesn't work-
standing under a tree in wind might
one slides down the back of my right shoulder
another strikes me at the throat
my hands lurch up, miss
leaves on their wind channels
suddenly change direction
like me - drift
dash
flop
bal-
ance
and all on that
fateful journey
down
Sunday, 30 October 2011
Monday, 24 October 2011
Monday October 24
bees, wasps, flies
autumn, but warmed
leaves telescoped behind each other , depth lengthened
could wisdom focus like that with age, with autumn
thatch shedding like pick-a sticks
hawthorn tree emptied, soft edges overgrown and stringy
lie on the bricks
bathe in sun
body, bricks, earth
layers of roots
ancient earth
historic bricks
50 year old body
air
sky
universe
simple layers fathomed deep
charged with experience
my roots
stories I have lived
forbear history of this plot of land
this land
this natural world
dragonfly breezes in, melding into stone, dark on white brick
bee on my neck, jiggle it away
dragonfly clinging to sunned wall
and off past my leg to the pond
a slice of light
a huge butterfly opens it brown, orange, black and white flaps
moves like a heart
cascades away in unruly patterns
autumn, but warmed
leaves telescoped behind each other , depth lengthened
could wisdom focus like that with age, with autumn
thatch shedding like pick-a sticks
hawthorn tree emptied, soft edges overgrown and stringy
lie on the bricks
bathe in sun
body, bricks, earth
layers of roots
ancient earth
historic bricks
50 year old body
air
sky
universe
simple layers fathomed deep
charged with experience
my roots
stories I have lived
forbear history of this plot of land
this land
this natural world
dragonfly breezes in, melding into stone, dark on white brick
bee on my neck, jiggle it away
dragonfly clinging to sunned wall
and off past my leg to the pond
a slice of light
a huge butterfly opens it brown, orange, black and white flaps
moves like a heart
cascades away in unruly patterns
Wednesday, 19 October 2011
october 19 2011
the lock on the gate is broken
a supreme cloudless day
remains of our twig, acorn, leaf task shuffle along the edge of the pond
remnants of our path still there
just over a week and nature has subsumed our human journey
melded and melted in
and one marvelous purple marsh thistle shines where there was nothing
priest-like in the straight sun
the roof is collapsing
forecourt covered in straight lines of thatch
animaled off the roof, or is it birds
I found the 'key'
I found the stored handful of wildflowers
I found today's wildflower
a supreme cloudless day
remains of our twig, acorn, leaf task shuffle along the edge of the pond
remnants of our path still there
just over a week and nature has subsumed our human journey
melded and melted in
and one marvelous purple marsh thistle shines where there was nothing
priest-like in the straight sun
the roof is collapsing
forecourt covered in straight lines of thatch
animaled off the roof, or is it birds
I found the 'key'
I found the stored handful of wildflowers
I found today's wildflower
Wednesday, 12 October 2011
Poppy & Loren
12 Dancing Princesses
butcher
idolize
endure
empower
aggrandize
avenge
host
civilise
caress
entrance
encarcerate
butcher
idolize
endure
empower
aggrandize
avenge
host
civilise
caress
entrance
encarcerate
Tuesday, 11 October 2011
Sunday, 9 October 2011
Friday, 26 August 2011
the rain has been heavy eyebrowed all day letting go at the least provocation
cows, black, sway in the front field and the cautious wind scatters the rain dumped grass
the bracken has an arguement - a loose canon of a weed lords over it
nettles just hover to the side ,dense and unshadowed among fireweed billowing like gauze
cows, black, sway in the front field and the cautious wind scatters the rain dumped grass
the bracken has an arguement - a loose canon of a weed lords over it
nettles just hover to the side ,dense and unshadowed among fireweed billowing like gauze
Saturday, 20 August 2011
Monday, 25 July 2011
july 26
ages have past
in time, place, creations
leaving here two weeks ago in tune with the dancers in sunrise
to the tune of Saul and Handel in Buxton
a day with Judith here with thorns, string, drawing
Candle only three weeks ago
Argentina, Pelleas and Melisande, 8 dancers
party birthday
a quiet solemn day Joanna has left after 5 weeks
walking in a trance to the barn
wildflowers into their seedings
deep colours aching purple, intense yellow
purity white of bindweed
cross the makeshift bridge glance down at a flash of red
a candle, used, startling it must be mine?
dragged from the cells of death in the bunker somehow lost here among the grass
trickster of many stories
memories continually being made
a shock
like finding part of me in an unexpected place
7 magpies over the thatch
so secrets
who knows
in time, place, creations
leaving here two weeks ago in tune with the dancers in sunrise
to the tune of Saul and Handel in Buxton
a day with Judith here with thorns, string, drawing
Candle only three weeks ago
Argentina, Pelleas and Melisande, 8 dancers
party birthday
a quiet solemn day Joanna has left after 5 weeks
walking in a trance to the barn
wildflowers into their seedings
deep colours aching purple, intense yellow
purity white of bindweed
cross the makeshift bridge glance down at a flash of red
a candle, used, startling it must be mine?
dragged from the cells of death in the bunker somehow lost here among the grass
trickster of many stories
memories continually being made
a shock
like finding part of me in an unexpected place
7 magpies over the thatch
so secrets
who knows
Sunday, 10 July 2011
tree of listening waver with me
untidy, hairy, Twombley-like
scribbled down
quick notes and glanced ideas
flickering words that light up
carry moonshine lichen
like blotting of ink on best waterclour paper
edges magnified with reverberation
a bird unknown flies suddenly up
with loud song right over my head
first walk down upper field after sunrise
clouds of crickets clatter like tiny firecrackers
greeting each step like a magnificent coronation
untidy, hairy, Twombley-like
scribbled down
quick notes and glanced ideas
flickering words that light up
carry moonshine lichen
like blotting of ink on best waterclour paper
edges magnified with reverberation
a bird unknown flies suddenly up
with loud song right over my head
first walk down upper field after sunrise
clouds of crickets clatter like tiny firecrackers
greeting each step like a magnificent coronation
Wednesday, 6 July 2011
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