The world around me is how it used to be:
Fresh, alive, peaceful, welcoming.
Alone but not alone,
I’m part of this world again,
not fighting it
Not competing and being judged.
A modest meal awaits,
with good wine,
Tuesday 22nd February 2022 7:44 am
La Faba - 2017
After the Meseta,
after the heat,
after the stones.
The green hills
the shady paths
The way is rocky and steep.
keep your balance and
Peace around you.
And then there it is – La Faba.
I have arrived
And part of me will never leave.
Tuesday 22nd February 2022 7:26 am
Somewhere in Spain
Just you, in a foreign land.
Remembering what its like to be you.
No agendas No pressure
Time only matters when you are leaving in the morning and when you need to sleep.
Seeing things and feeling again.
Around you no-one is rich or poor,
everyone has a story and a reason to be there
to be shared and reco...
Sunday 20th February 2022 10:37 am
Kicking through the moss
in the cooling evening air
I’m staring down the barrel
of a living Rivelin Valley
Crickets clicking in the tall grass
bramble searching for a shin
I stoop to flick away
the tickle of a nettle
caught under my tongue
O, why could I not have felt this way
at twenty one
To know myself
my capabilities, my limitations
to feel this comfortable
in my own skin
Wednesday 29th December 2021 3:59 pm
each day I went for a walk in the woods
with COVID you look after your ticker
you tend to see the same folk each day
they smile as I offer the faintest flicker
I'd copped a wan couple making the circuit
a pair regular as clockwork out every day
then I saw the woman strolling on her own
had her partner upped and gone away?
a week later I caught her eye and stopped...
Tuesday 6th October 2020 11:06 am
Pen devoid of poems
adventure long overdue
living room carpet
growing long in the tooth
I’m pining for movement
so keen to get out
I’ll go walking down
to Holly Hagg
Little glimpses at normality
haloed by golden rays
There’s no poison
in the idle river
in the quiet horse
The clouds of working day
part while I’m out walking
bathed in nat...
Friday 7th August 2020 4:43 pm
The God in the Mountain
Flogita - 13 September 2019
a great sail fin of rock
high towering - dominant
haze hidden seat of hidden gods
and we, yes,
we would rise to their heights,
stand in their pantheon
to observe the tiny world
For from this seat
Prometheus set forth
and with Athena
set us in that tiny mortal world -
yet now we stand
Saturday 28th September 2019 10:18 am
stone, stone, shell, flint
the rattle of a beach
of beach steps
the endless stone rattle
And the waves
of a leaden sea
Monday 27th August 2018 5:53 pm
I walk to clear my mind,
Why must I have all these thoughts circulating in my head?
I walk to get away.
Why is everything getting to me?
I walk to forget.
Why does the past loom behind me?
I walk because that is the only thing I know to do.
Tuesday 14th August 2018 10:48 am
Above the Valley
As we pass through this Autumn realm,
See the valley bound wraiths of mist
Withdrawing like a tide from the willow
Islands of the marshland
With their starkly black boughed trees
Damply dripping with the mist's remains,
Chill air swirls in the rising breeze, and
Black starlings line the wires beyond a barn
But the red kite in his higher flight
Is lost to sight
Wednesday 1st November 2017 2:35 pm
We came upon
A mystic way leading nowhere but the hills.
Floored in leaves, tree roofed, bank-bound
Untrodden but by wanderers for centuries past.
What lay beyond, worthy of such industry?
Perhaps a long forgotten hearth tenured by shepherd or crone.
Or did this tended track pass on to a hilltop way:
Miles now lost to grass and sheep,
A one-time druidic path to some time-er...
Thursday 15th June 2017 4:30 pm
Walking, I discover
Hills I never knew in thirty years of passing;
Valleys, deserted, hidden in folds and time:
Mair says once there was a community here
Self contained, sufficient unto itself
Walking, I find
Landscapes we could have seen before, perhaps shared
Their riches, dreamed their past, known their present:
I'm told these Druid hills sing history itself
Wednesday 12th April 2017 2:00 pm
The Template of my Being
Almost drowned in it
Just you name it
I’ll have tried
Been traumatised by it
Reduced to tears by it
Laughed and cried
Wished I hadn’t bothered s...
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