Category: Poetry

Wheat, barley and oats Cut threshed stored milled Loose grains line the track CLP 16/09/2018 →

First glints in grey sky Unveil frosted roof and pane Darkness concedes dawn CLP 10/09/2018 →

Dry leaves falling Silently on sunlit church Tears cleanse the path home. ~ CLP 08/09/2018 →

Dry linden leaves fall Silently on sunlit church Tears cleanse the path home. —————————————— In memory of IGB (1949 – 2018) CLP 08/09/2018 Also published in a slightly different version on https://vitabrevisliterature.com →

Just having a vote every few years in what is in effect an elected dictatorship does not constitute a democracy. The voices of the people are actually closed in behind a two party arrangement where those with power offer limited opportunities for people to take part in the running of the country. In the following →

A water lily After Sunday’s lazy sun Must withdraw and rest.   CLP  10/06/2018 →

When seeing such scenes one finds there are insufficient means to describe all the greens.   CLP  23/05/2018 →

She flew in, bobbed to an ungainly halt, tail fanned high for balance Soft brown, her feathers held a sheen in the sun, she stood uneasily in the remains of collapsed narcissi and their straggling limp leaves Watchful and ready to flee at the slightest wrong movement, settling took time Assessing the safety of her →

Norwich thickened through history, enriched by wool traded with Holland, masonry and church building, glass angels stained into windows watched over its guilds of wealth and power.   Still populated today by towers, shells of flint and stone, but Medieval street structures struggle to accommodate larger people crowding into larger shops whose plastic fronts do →