I wonder, by the riverside while following the swirling tideof human filth, spilled far and wide:Is there still time to save us? The factory's putrefaction stenchand farmed manure, in ditch and trenchadd to the rot, compound the stench:This is no way to save us. Yet somehow, it is not despairbut strength, in nature's song I hear,(while... Continue Reading →
Ode & dale, and song and valewhere sounds reboundthroughout these chamberedmounds of earthwhich, covered since their birth are now revealed in lines which led mehere I liebeneath the open sky:A wanderer A warriorA pilgrim childam I I have been circling again...
On Moor Divock, risingThe Lake District roundmillennia passingabove the hard ground beneath: water, dancingice carved this landscrying, surfacing where these stones stand. The Pennines, to their eastmark a watershedbetween ancient landscapeswhose secrets are hid for those who would find them:pilgrims to the stoneswhere once, circled moundssoftly covered the bones of the people who built themand dreamed... Continue Reading →
Ranging, over the northern hillssoaring high above these streams and rills:your touch transports me to a land beyond this cold, dark earth becoming hallowed groundswept back, so to reveal the starry sky,above the ley-lined land, for you and me. Dancing, reeling the circle round,weaving between the flowers, where they're found:footsteps so soft you would not know... Continue Reading →
Spring, once again spring,outside our window, starlings singas light takes on a gold-green glowsomehow I know (somehow I know)that new life is awakening I sense a stir — a quickeningand all things turn towards the lightas well they might (as well they might). Day breaks like the waves upon the beach, through tide-washed caves,carving the secret codicesof... Continue Reading →
I see me from the inside outyou see me from the outside inand in this way, I have no doubtwe're bound to win. I see you from the outside inyour eyes alight, your smile as brightmy heart you win, my love, my sinand my delight. I weave a circle on the landalight with magic, stone... Continue Reading →
A pebbled bank reveals a hidden hollowwithin the ring, one standing stone remainssheep nibble grass, where sometime pilgrims followancient clues, and wonder at the finds: Fingerprint traces, earthworks overgrownwith grass, and time, amnesia and mist; manicured, resembling a lawn,a village green, King Arthur's holy quest Perhaps began here, in the mythic mindbut elders, in more distant... Continue Reading →
Give an apple to the teacherwith a twinkle in her eyeand a one-way ticket to a dreamnine miles high. Give an apple to the teachertell her not to be afraidand an apple to her daughterwho wishes she had stayed home — light in her eyeslike the dream she held so dearwhich you turned into a... Continue Reading →
Ghost of a sunset in the Western sky,ranks of Roman soldiers to my left,a tarmac-ribbon, stretching, asphalt greytowards my home, with nature's warp and weft Followed, as the full moon peeps through cloudbreaksto strands of Beethoven and static cling:between these strains of universal musicstranger voices sing I'm riding, high above the landscapedear to me, beloved... Continue Reading →
We are living in a post-truth world where everything is what you make itno one will tell you you are right or wrong:but everyone willchoose sidesopt for this or that camp; over alldeny what's going on around, above, below, beside, beneath them;only listen to the wind,it knows the answer,as the permafrost is plundered for its oil reserves the... Continue Reading →
