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Walking In The Wonder Of Midsummer Day

The morning light is bright, expectant

Footsteps echo, voices are soft

Riverside homes wait quietly

Behind pots of vibrant summer flowers

Banks of grey mud, gleam

Reflecting silvered sunshine

 

A woodland underworld opens

Inviting the traveller into its kingdom

To shelter beneath a leafy tree-made bower

Sharp noonday sun filters through

A moving cover of green

D...

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Sky

Sky

Vast oceanic presence

You reign above us

Magnificent

An ever-changing canopy of colour

Humbling

Choreographer of clouds

Inspiring

Transmitter of rain

Awesome

Carrier of weather

And wearer of rainbows

You are the queen

Who governs our days

 

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Hope

Hope

 

Hope is the thing which tethers

Anchors us in a disintegrating world

When we are lost in the darkness

And all has turned to ashes
It rises like dust and smoke

From smouldering remains

 

It grows from the kindness

And friendship of strangers

The hand held out across

An insurmountable distance

The force that drives us forwards

Into a future that maybe u...

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The Hawthorne Tree at Night

The night time air grows still, chilled

The sun now well below the horizon

Children lie snugly in tidy beds and cots

Quiet, slumbering from a day of work and play

 

Grown-ups nod in the firelight’s glow

A ginger cat toasts his whiskers

Draped across the hearth

Like a discarded feather boa

 

Outside the black tom cat

Spits at a lone rust-coated fox

Who prowls its...

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The April Pink Full Moon

On the day of the April full moon

Named for the moss pink flower

As the night lengthens

The moon’s glow will grow stronger

The sky will fill with brightness

Drenching the earth with light

Heralding the coming of spring

Moving the seasons onwards

Harmonising the earth

With the phases of the moon

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Bitter April Winds

Bitter April Winds

That winter

While the West

Waged a War against Covid

The East prepared

For a War against its neighbours

The wind was bitter that spring

Chilling, cutting like a scythe

Across cold, hard land

Carrying a message, a warning

Which arrived too late

The wind became a force

Which brought anger

Violence, greed and hatred

It was cruel, inhumane

...

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The Ferryman

Will you be the ferryman?

Will you take the helm?

Will you steer the cautious?

To an unknown land

 

When the sea grows wild

When a harsh wind roars

When the boat is rocking

Will you take the oars?

 

When a fragile cargo

Fearful of their journey

Grows both tired and weary

Will you give them cheer?

 

On that final journey

When alone I stand

Will you...

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Stay With Me

Stay With Me

 

Stay with me in the dark hours

When the world grows still

Be at my side

When there is only silence

Take my hand

When I feel lonely and lost

Steer me towards the light

Lead me home

 

 

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The Western World Watches

The western world watches

With a heavy heart

 

While Ukraine grows weary

With an unwanted war

 

We wait and wish for peace

For freedom for all

 

Send what we can

We stand with Ukraine

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The Bitter Night of the Soul

The Bitter Night of the Soul

A large full moon

Bathes the earth

Giving shape to fields and hedges

Defining roads and buildings

All is closing for the night

Growing still, quiet in the darkness

There are no fierce flashes of light

There are no sudden explosions

People do not run, in fear

Children are not crying

Calling for their mothers

In the churchyard

Of a...

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The Wild Winds of Spring

The Wild Winds of Spring

That spring

A wild wind blew

Which stirred the land

Shaking the trees until

Twigs and branches

Rained upon the ground

 

Crisp dry leaves were lifted

High into the air

Where they danced or fell

To skitter crabwise

Across pavements

Then hid in doorways

For shelter

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The Night of the Flaming Beacons

The Night of the Flaming Beacons

 

We could see the flames

From our carriage on the road

Huge beacons blazed

Drenching the driveway with light

A crumbling, neglected mansion

Slowly flickering back to life

 

Clutching large capes

Peering out

From our masks

We walked forward

Uncertainly, cautiously

Ascending crumbling steps

Passing through a massive da...

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Number 3 Curlington Mews

In a quiet corner of London

Behind St. Bartholomew Square

Just beyond the reaches of theatreland

Where the curious still come to peruse

You will find Curlington Mews

 

It’s now only rarely frequented

Is small and known to but few

Out of view, shrouded in shadows

Where the lamplight tends to diffuse

Is number 3 Curlington Mews

 

Its owner, she was quite a beauty

...

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February

February..

 

February leads the spring

Pulling sharp spears of green 

Clear of the vestiges of winter

 

Leaving behind decaying remnants

 

Wreaths of pale dried grasses

 

Which drape and skirt hedgerows

Edge the trunks of mature trees

Gather damply in shady field corners

 

The dark months give way

To growth and renewal

February takes the season forwa...

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Why Am I Here?

Once upon a time

There was an ordinary woman

Who lived an ordinary life

She married, had a family

Was a quiet, compliant wife

 

Then, quite suddenly, her husband

Of many years, grew ill and died

It was a time of shock and sadness

But she was brave and strong

Struggling on, in life’s injury time

A friend, a mum a grandma

 

All was well, until she changed, bec...

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Painting the Day in Rhyme

Winter sunrise, at dawn emerging

Paints the sky azure and rose

Behind the mist with mellow softness

Morning daylight spreads and grows

Through a day that’s full and busy

In hedge and field, tree and sky

Nature toils and works its magic

Doing more than man might try

Close to dusk a new moon rises

While the sun drops out of sight

Birdsong quietens, roosting beckons

A...

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The Beauty of Moss

You grow so cleverly

In the damp winter air

Elegantly dressing logs, branches and twigs

In sleeves of deep verdant green

Fashioned of velvet, so soft and comely

 

Only to be casually abandoned

Scattered across the woodland floor

Left alone, to glow then fade

 As might discarded accessories,

of the most sartorial

Who would wear only garments

Created and fitted b...

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The Turbulent Sea

The Turbulent Sea

It began when the moon

Poured its light onto a still ocean

Stirring the waves

Commanding they rush to the shore

Pushing and tumbling over stones

Drenching the shingle, the beach

Coating and soaking every coarse grain of sand

 

Then suddenly, pulling sharply backwards,

Dragging all beneath the bubbling, frothing waters

Turning, twisting, tumbling

...

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Winter

Winter

 

Winter mornings

wake silvered white

Lawns are slivers

of spiked grass

 

Frosted opaque windows

Ice coated pavements

Feet stamp,

sliver and slide

Frozen ponds are

panes of glass

Icicles hang dagger-like,

then drip in the thaw

 

Cars stall, trains halt 

Buses are snowed in

Winter, when sometimes

Everything stops

And time sta...

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Silence

Silence

 

When the day has grown still

And the sun slowly dipped

below the horizon

Darkness can then descend

To lay a blanket across the night

 

Silence settles softly upon the day

Falling with the lightness of snow

Filling the gaps in conversation

Bringing its own peace to the world

 

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Nostalgia

Nostalgia

Nostalgia is:

Lingering in a warm bath of memories

Feeling the past slowly trickle back into the soul

Arriving at a place inhabited by those,

Whom fate has decreed, to have become strangers

Revisiting what is normally out of time, out of reach

Luxuriating in the nearness and warmth of remembered love  

 

Nostalgia is family, wrapped in soft shades of familiari...

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By the Light of the Wolf Moon

The Wolf Moon was up, the skies clear and chilled

Deep in the woods that January night

There was snow on the ground and spirits abroad

Low down in the vegetation, pairs of eyes looked out, glowing

A gaunt figure moved forward, his dark cape billowing out

Tall trees parted their bare branches to allow his passage

Underfoot, twigs snapped and leaves crackled as he walked

Nearing...

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New Year's Day Tanka

Skies wear warm pastels

Pinks, blues, shot through with honey

Pale grey clouds drift by

The colours carry promise

Hope for the New Year

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