“Oh no, I never think of it as 'travelling,' I replied
while pulling on my second Bass and considering an easesome lass
go striding around the bar. Its just an eccentricity, my dear Akira,
a foible if you will – still, it lets me wander bare-foot
through seasons past, when taller (and, I admit, of sounder mind).
Yes, I've certainly learnt more tolerance am...
Sunday 15th December 2019 7:18 am
The white ship slides serene, wind-blown,
heedless of its human burthen
while laying wakes but swiftly flown.
Mile-on-mile the dance of heathen
sunbursts play on flashing waters
pretty as maids, or bonds that weaken
as the leaving fades. The snows that fought us
in winters past, tall drifts in proud array,
melt clear in spring before our youngest daugh...
Friday 13th December 2019 1:08 pm
Faith is a Barren Garden
Faith is a barren garden
planted in hope
of hiding a soul's imperfect being.
Yet its weak and sickly saplings
avoid the sun, revealing
the acid glare of the cynic's soulless seeing.
Only Charity offers succour to the homeless.
Thursday 12th December 2019 1:22 pm
Everything Must Go
The blue bicycle that arrived,
gleaming from the shop,
now leans crooked against the broken shed,
its faded paint and musty seat
forgotten within the muddy yard;
a relic of disregard.
“Everything Must Go”,
or so the big sign said.
The wild-eyed yearling steers,
corralled in the dusty stockyard,
bellow with the steady beat
Wednesday 27th November 2019 12:19 pm
For island nations there is always a magical tension between land and sea.
From the clifftop I watched the blackness
absolute (or so I thought) as time
seemed endless. I swear, Celestine,
it might have gone on forever ….
The gale fairly whistled across my face,
cold as a second wife, while,
leaning exultantly forward, I prepared to fly.
Then, over t...
Tuesday 26th November 2019 5:59 am
I wrote this piece a couple of years ago while living near Stratford. On visiting the town I was surprised by the crass commercialism that had seeped in since my previous visit. I imagined the town as it might have been in the Bard's time - possibly just as busy with life and living as now! This tale is of course mere idle speculation.
In Stratford-upon-Avon, by a ...
Saturday 23rd November 2019 6:55 am
River Bells Ringing
the moon behind clouds
confesses her place
her hiding space
till the clouds away
fly startled and fay
like a night bird sleeping
in a peppermint tree
and the river bells ringing
g major and clear
and ringing the changes
and plain bob minor
peals his ranges
deals truth from lies
and the river boat rocking
to the river bells ringi...
Monday 22nd April 2019 1:18 am
Grace and Favour
For all that a life that's truly led
provides the anxious soul with balm,
yet a gentle breeze, invisible and calm,
precedes the storm where the meek have fled.
In Summer's graceful darkling glides the hawk
in flight over burnished grain, 'till late
a final stoop unearths its prey: its fate
the slashing shadows where the killers stalk.
Thursday 31st January 2019 12:41 pm
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