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
Saturday, 11 June 2011
june 11
the gate is mended
it fluttered on opening like unfolding fingers
and shuddered back to place broken
in an underhand way
the cows arrived with bellows
and metal scaffolds for their hay
and a new gate
it fluttered on opening like unfolding fingers
and shuddered back to place broken
in an underhand way
the cows arrived with bellows
and metal scaffolds for their hay
and a new gate
Monday, 30 May 2011
Docks
describe the dock
the nettle, buttercup
and acid blue strip of dragonfly
docks with bronze eaten spots, foxed rims, red veins, sun spot damage
curl up, lose moisture
to see aging as a dock leaf
experience and weathers
rampled, moulded, torn, dissolved,
other lives showing through the holes
colours adrift
clashing reds mutate into green that stutter into yellow
dried out to burnt orange
a healer, soothes the sting
touch and rub
sometimes works
like us
the nettle, buttercup
and acid blue strip of dragonfly
docks with bronze eaten spots, foxed rims, red veins, sun spot damage
curl up, lose moisture
to see aging as a dock leaf
experience and weathers
rampled, moulded, torn, dissolved,
other lives showing through the holes
colours adrift
clashing reds mutate into green that stutter into yellow
dried out to burnt orange
a healer, soothes the sting
touch and rub
sometimes works
like us
Monday, 23 May 2011
Wednesday, 18 May 2011
hanging poets
uneven afternoon unlacing the poets
cutting the twine
unwinding tiny bits of wire
floating words laid flat
go home carrying my holey writers
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