Stark, naked, the long cold night of winter Draws my will to live in shapes Whose beauty lies in number, Unseen to hands that touch My rough and dusty bark…
Category: poetry
“Dancing, double talking…”“Dancing, double talking…”
“Dancing, double-talking…” It’s a line from one of the most powerful songs I’ve ever heard: ‘Innocents’ Song’ by Show of Hands, a west-country folk duo who we have followed for
Beyond the Silver ShoreBeyond the Silver Shore
And will we weep while mammon rages. Beyond that silver shore. Heated words in anguished cages Fading, falling, dew so slow Reflecting endless sea With mind that longs for other
Wander Wood #phoetryWander Wood #phoetry
And is there time in wander wood Or slow, abiding, gentle ‘should’ Without resistance: touch and kiss A reaching for midsummer’s bliss So powerful this May surprise I need not
Led by Bent Metal #PhoetryLed by Bent Metal #Phoetry
Voice of war from a wizened tower Orchestrating irony, avoiding boulders An iron stave of howling notes Issues forth. And throws its force of straightening iron, Slick by rocks that
Crank and SpinCrank and Spin
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Only the Eye that SeesOnly the Eye that Sees
—- Without the autumn I could not know the spring. The fulsome green, harmonic To elegance of death by colour, Made crisp by failing light. – Without the winter I
Rivers of the SunRivers of the Sun
And did we dare, upon these rugged Yorkshire hills. To dream we could, then frame in would, then do… Life mirrored in the human word, embracing those who spoke it
A Simple Soul?…A Simple Soul?…
* Bright. Free. Easy… * Or superficial? Blissful in ignorance rather than poised, tight-rope like, upon the very lip of uncertainty… * We have no words for it, this ‘traffic
Wings of a Prayer…Wings of a Prayer…
* Insects swarm… Birds flock… Animals herd… * May governments pursue Peace… Not war. *
DEATHSTINATIONDEATHSTINATION
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Gardening…?Gardening…?
The honeysuckle hedge has got a little overgrown, The roses have gone loopy and the lawn has not been mown, Valerian is sprouting out of every nook and cranny… And
the quiet placesthe quiet places
They live concealed within the ebb and flow of life recycled. That very nature is why they are so hard to find. The extraordinary hidden in plain sight… Their camouflage
SEE: November Zoom Cyber Room…SEE: November Zoom Cyber Room…
Rider Waite Tarot *** A Walk with Death… Death is one of the most important things about our lives, and yet many people have remarkably shallow views on it, preferring
crown of leavescrown of leaves
There is within this ring of gold and green a voice Not of the river rushing by in flood Nor of the nearby street where cards of early Yule, like
pale sun into a hallows pool descendspale sun into a hallows pool descends
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The Great Mystery: Dreaming…The Great Mystery: Dreaming…
* The mystery conspires with the animal world whose souls so resemble the purity and innocence of a human child. * It recognises the miracle of life in both seed
The Great Mystery: CrowdsThe Great Mystery: Crowds
* The mystery needs no shrines or temples save those that nature provides. * It may be met in the shadowy heights and aisles of a primeval forest, on the
The Fair Isle of Emain…The Fair Isle of Emain…
* A far distant isle lies in leagues fifty-thrice over the ocean to the west larger than Albion, twice. * Many faceted Emain encircled by sea rises from tide into
The Dream Tree…The Dream Tree…
* The pillow resembles an open book Its leaves shall shadow my dreams As tree-leaf dapples sunlight. * The night and day Shall entwine in these pages As vine creeps
Sun TrainSun Train
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King’s GobletKing’s Goblet
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Books of Green and GoldBooks of Green and Gold
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First the loss, then the joy…First the loss, then the joy…
Unbearable, this song of lightThat ends the day before soft nightA gradient of blue to goldA harmony, exquisite foldsWill live its life in seconds toldContent to live and die, this
From no-thingFrom no-thing
From no-thing do you come?Not did, for did is burnedBut do, as in a breath Drawn in and then returnedFrom no-where do you come?Not where, for whereWould fix the placeFrom