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!
All across the land echoes a brand new mornI am reborn in you, I am rebornA frosted hand in glove, though weather-wornthaws, graven with signs of how I’ve grown I am reborn in you, I am rebornthe lake lies golden under winter’s crownthen thaws, graven with signs of how I’ve growna mirrored ice-rink glass I... Continue Reading →
You left in October walked into the valleyof the shadow of deathand every Autumn sinceI skirt the combe’s edge. The dying light speaks to me:what did you wish to say?Always seeking refuge from nightmare's haemorrhageinto the light of day. Nature’s a healer:kind if you let herthistle-down whispererbracken-fern copperer. Streams sing remembrancesbrook, ghyll, and waterfallsunset condolences:silence falls over... Continue Reading →
Hartsopwhere lovers' hearts hopheading down the valley at the close of day Ghyllside or hillsideover the fell-tophappily, wearily, wending their way. Heart’s leapat golden light's last lapover the autumn sky, dying away. Hearts stoptrue enough, all hearts stop:what better place than Hartsop at the close of day? © 2022 experimentsinfiction.com. All Rights Reserved. Sharing with earthweal's... Continue Reading →
I don't go into the woods todaywhere I once passed so many happy hours;don't deign to skip through forest gladespausing to whisper love to trees and flowers. I don’t walk under the avenueof sturdy sycamores behind my homeinstead I listen nervously as in the constant gales, they creak and groan The trees still standing have reached... Continue Reading →
I know the nameof every mountain in these landslay my hands on granite rockand sphagnum moss spongy lungs of this rich peaty earthterrain I cross To walk the wind along the watershedof Derwent and Eden, lean into skies, buffeted like a treestill standing, through a curtain of ice rainalmost to heaven’s edgeand back again I hug the... Continue Reading →
Shades of the prison houseexist within the shadowslurk at the peripheriesof winter’s margin. Our birth is but a sleepand a forgetting - what?The light, from which we camestill burns within. Cold bites, the penniless poetsstrike a matchburn incense, cup wax candles in star-jarsdraw closer in. Your hands recall the sculptor's artof Michelangeloand I know all... Continue Reading →
"You're just an empty cage, girl, if you kill the bird." - Tori Amos If you kill the birdyou’ll rise up every morning drone-like, yawning heart un-singing If you kill the birdyou’ll spend your whole life mourningyearning, wishing:unfulfilling If you kill the birdyou’re dead girl, walkingempty streets through hardrain falling: You’re just an empty cage girlvoid of... Continue Reading →
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 →
