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I went for a stroll on Wedholme Flowand found myself walking under a chorus of skylarks,I met a tiger of a green beetle and followed a hairy caterpillar.Fluorescent blue damselflies flickered past, and birds fluttered around my feet.Water pools shined with sky, and cotton grass whispered in the breeze.A cuckoo called in the near distance... Continue Reading →
Today's reading from Archery In The UK is a poem entitled 'White Heaven.' I hope you enjoy it! https://youtu.be/EhaSGttrASY Also sharing with earthweal's Open Link Forum. Four more days to go!
Bewitched pigsflaming leavesbent, twisted twigs,a wind which weaves,mourns, moans of melodyhaunts with its poetryhand-in-hand you-and-mewalking a gold-coin trimmed alleythrough the cold veil of autumn. All this heat and symmetry remembered, how thebreath peals, wreathed in mistencircling thissacred geometry. Today is heavy:Rain falls and you aren't hereI call up the crystal screenstare hard into andthrough the ubiquitous... Continue Reading →
Undercurrents of a weeping worldswirl above black watersbeneath the trees, I whisper pleasI love you Eddying down to who-knows-wherethe eye of a storm’s dead certaintywith death, the singularity that takes you Flowers float the River StyxThe Ferryman emerges froma three-decades-long mist, insistsI’ve missed you I light a candle in a cellleave blooms before the river’s swellthe... Continue Reading →
The Peacock to the Admiral said(as on the thistle blooms they fed)‘What think'st thou of this human-kind do they have soul, or sense, or mind?' One lighted on a human hand as if to say, ‘I understand: you have such power over meyet do not wield it lovingly.’ And sure enough Man casts his net:and pins her in... Continue Reading →
Do you not see the beauty of the trees,how they arch over you, their branches raised, as if in hymns of praisetheir secret voices carried on the breezein the rustle of chlorophyllic leaves?Only everywhere. Could you not stretch out beneath them, look up through their limbs into the lightor shelter from a rainstorm underneaththeir canopy... Continue Reading →
I love this land:let me be clearthis is no jingoistic patriotism speaking in meI have been exiled many a year There is no green on earth like to this greenthis English green, green of my motherlandit is not Alpine green, or Slovene greenor even Waimea high pasture green:this green is mine I head out here,... Continue Reading →
I’ll rig the stonesin a crown to cap this Cumbrian hillside:ley-lined, aligned by fate, and time, and seasonand in the centre, stilled, serene, I’ll stay. The sky above me spins,and clouds roll by in billows, Isee down the wormholeto the dawn of time It is the equal to the end of timethere is no difference: time's... Continue Reading →
I wantextreme birdsongextreme greenam fortunate to findthese things surround me I seeextreme angerin the eyes of driverscursing traffic cuesand burning fuel, going nowhere asI, bicycling, fly by Extreme clouds pile highin Northern skiesbillow upon billowrattling outpeal upon pealof angry thunder Extreme rainsends bricks and mortar down the drain:where will we live then?Even the third little... Continue Reading →
I live at the boundarybetween urban and rural lifeat the threshold of the countryside,where daily birdsongsoothes my woes, and calms my strife I ride out across rolling fieldswhere factories encroach upon the rivered wildthe beck meanders like a playful childand bullocks feeding at the marginssnort and stamp their feet at passersby I press on to... Continue Reading →
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