Starling companions crowd the picnic table,pied wagtail hops along his waggle-dance,seagulls strut, searching for scraps of chips beside the bench:it’s spring, when all the earth wakes from a trance. Two magpies’ courtship heralds balmy summerunfolding with the turning of the yearwhile April winds blow blossoms: gently falling, petalled rainfallwhispering, still, for all the world to... Continue Reading →
A Garden, full of Birdsong
A garden, full of birdsong, bathes my mind,levelling out the aches, and furrowed creases;the iron grasp of winter lies behind, as daffodils light up the children’s faces. The meadowlark and sparrow greet the daywhile swallows on the wing, returning, flourish:The song thrush and the gentle-footed jaymake busy at their nests, their young to nourish. Lapwings, in... Continue Reading →
Where Only Love Exists
There is a place where only love existsbeneath the magic of your fingertips till all I feel is unencumbered joy,a wide-eyed pilgrim, Iseek succour herewhere only love exists. In the mossy clefts of a steep-sided valley through undergrowth, to overarching skywhere larks ascendand ravens wendtheir ragged-wingéd wayhere in this place where only love exists. On the high path... Continue Reading →
Crossing Elderslie Street, framed in flowers, February Sky
He strides, diesel-grey booted,heavy-workcoat-suited,snuggly fitting jeans,the blue-eyed boy. His face, half-serious, half-whimsical, takes it all in, half-loves, half-hates it all:detritus in the street back passages, and yesall of that human dirt. He’s ageless puckishdaydreaming about how he might frame the scenebetween the pages of his unruled Moleskinejournal. He spreads his fingersmagpie’s wingtipscounting syllablesbeats to a bar oritems on a to-do... Continue Reading →
The most romantic meal is fish and chips…
The most romantic meal is fish and chipsin all the world, when shared with one you love:tart tang of salt and vinegar on the lipsthe tongue to tease, beyond reproach, above the cove carved out by coloured coasts,beneath the war memorial at high noon,leftover scraps to hungry seagulls tossed:to us, surfeit; to scavengers, a boon!... Continue Reading →
Reading: ‘A Thimble Of Poetry’
Today's reading from Archery In The UK is the poem, 'A Thimble Of Poetry,' inspired by a line from Jim Harrison's 'Poet Warning.' This was inspired by a prompt from Linda at dVerse, and I am sharing with dVerse Open Link Night, which will be live today from 3pm ET, 8pm GMT. https://youtu.be/PtRoCPh1HCI
Reading, ‘Dawn Resonance’
Today's reading from Archery In The UK, my poetic collaboration with Nick Reeves, is a poem I originally wrote for dVerse, entitled 'Dawn Resonance.' The form is a Sparrowlet: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KcSXV0Z9DPo&t=10s Stay tuned for more updates in the run-up to Publication Day!Ingrid
The Wintered Queen
Into the crystal screen, The Wintered Queenwith heart encased in ice, gazes:begins to dance throughout the changing scenewhile rain, rooftops and pavements glazes Glides over a bridge above the Tynewith a familiar strangermirror upon mirror intertwinedKing into Queen, St Nicholas to Grainger A mirage or a vision, carousel appears before them - hoverswith fairytale cast, and,... Continue Reading →
Archery In The UK: Release Date 1 February 2023!
Happy New Year to all of my readers! I wish you all the success and wellbeing you hope for in 2023. For me, there is no better way to start the New Year than with the announcement that Archery In The UK will be released on 1 February 2023. About the book I have always... Continue Reading →
‘Atlantic Beadlet Anemone’ published in FVR Magazine
I found jewels in a barnacled crevicewithin the cracked rocks on Cullercoats beachteetering close to the pools like a novicesaltwater gems within reach... Thank you to editor Kristiana for publishing my poem and photograph in Issue VIII of Free Verse Revolution. The title of this issue is Guinevere (Rebirth) and it is available now for... Continue Reading →