Journey of Words

Category: Poetry

  • Day 42

    The road is just visible ahead. There is light in the sky topping off the highest clouds. The air is damp. There are puddles. There are no street lights here. It is dark enough for the birds to have stopped flying and to have ceased singing.  The main sounds are a few spots of rain on →

  • Day 41

    It wasn’t wet, nor cold. Partly sunny. I stepped out the back door. It was warmer out than in. I stepped back into the kitchen. I worked intermittently at my desk for the rest of the day, into mid-evening. I pause occasionally to watch the clever rat climb the top of the post stretch across →

  • Faithful Friend

    My pet? Ah, yes Stolid, Black Labrador with still vibrant, clumsy tailWe’ve seen some things, eh?We’ve stuck closeThrough thick, thin, thinner and thinning hairWe saw off them off with loveMy departing childrenWe stood at the door side-by-sideAs they leftOne after the other, after the other Saw him off tooWith pots and pans, my best coffee →

  • Hotel 4**** (221 Reviews)

    The lawn immaculate as MaryThe Cedar of Lebanon adorns the gardenGifts of shade and shelter beneath its boughsVerandah a place of reposeGuests read piously in wicker chairsThe chapel home to a magnificent pipe organThrough stained-glass windowsPews reverentially curve around the high altarA place of celebration and prayerA modest Christian retreat I had arrived late, ruck →

  • Day 40

    Whoa! A premature summer’s day has been delivered to our doorstep, without a knock. No wind, not a breath.  I step out. All I can hear is the sound of my flip-flops flick-flacking down the lane and bees buzzing. The birds are drowsy in this unfamiliar heat. Sparrows offer desultory cheeps from the dusty roadside. →

  • Day 39

    The hedgerows are changing. The blackthorn’s fine white petals have thinned out and the dark spikes are being shaded out by greenery, as the hawthorn, the May Tree is dressing up in its finery. Where the plant is a tree, it shines out from copses and hedgerows. In the shade of the hedge, it is →

  • The Sun’s Set – A Review

    So much consistent applause for this show It seems almost clichéd to join in But this is one that faultlessly runs day into night Night after night Responding fearlessly to the high pressure Of repeat performances With magical lighting Sound effects delightful Words cannot capture the exquisite beauty Her Infinite variety of displays Fearless artistic →

  • Present Tense

    This brittle air in sun so low Glints off flints flash hard To retain the joy of childhood As manners evolve in new-formed slow queues Found on familiar streets Beside the sign, Stay Home, don’t be SHelfish  Outside the closed café that specialised in crab sandwiches,  That H added by hand, by night Lightens this dull conspiracy of →

  • Day 38

    I go up the lane where I first recognised a horsetail sprouting in a verge many years ago. Then so rare to my eyes and now so common. Are there more of them, or is it my awareness of them that makes them more obvious now? It was a strange plant to my eye then, →

  • Twitter

    If you have Twitter – I have just signed up too… @voyageswriting I look forward to seeing you there. Christopher Perry 27th April 2020 →