Journey of Words

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  • Day 48

    There are days when all details of its passing are over-shadowed by a few brilliant seconds, when there is no need to address the minutiae of the other hours. This morning from the west, following the channel of the drain by the coast road, I spot this year’s first flight of swifts, rising and falling Read more

  • On Democracy

    After this, where next? Internal dialogue asks Have I lost my voice? . CLP 04/05/2020 Read more

  • On Land

    As flood waters rise Adaptations to living And dying evolve . CLP 04/05/2020 Read more

  • Day 47

    Yesterday evening provided a striking sunset. The Sun appeared from behind the solid bank of cloud on its descent and glowed orange in a narrow, low band of clear sky on the horizon. The light was flooded out under the cloud bank across the reed beds, reflecting off the bottom of the clouds and the Read more

  • Wick’s End

    We lit the candle togetherHolding the splint, hand over handFlame flared, formed, flickeredCame to life We laughed and blew out the taperFollowed its dissipating smoke into the darkTurned our eyes to the fresh wax lightTo sprites dancing on the walls Laid enrapt until drowsyIn warmth formed bondsOf breath and limbsWe fell to sleep sapped of Read more

  • Day 46

    Winds from the south-west are more amenable than most. They will make it easier for the swifts to get here. Swifts are the birds of summer for me. I look forward to their arrival in the next few days. In the interim swallows and martins are becoming more common now. I watched two martins gathering Read more