Journey of Words

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  • Day 27

    Deep sleep broken by the unfamiliar heavy rain on the window; big, fat, heavy splats. I lie awake listening to the wind in the trees, until the rough sea and rain’s rhythm ease me back to sleep. The local temperature fell by more than sixteen degrees centigrade in less than twenty four hours. From shorts Read more

  • Kleptomaniac

    I confess to living my life Lifted from pop songs, poets, fools Taking every chance I get Wandering where I choose Secreting in my pocket Those most precious of jewels Stolen seconds of Time To be wasted with you . n.b. http://www.napowrimo.net Day 13 prompt: All poetry is theft. Christopher Perry 13th April, 2020 Read more

  • Day 26

    Another Sunday, Easter Sunday. Warm this morning and then a steady decline in temperature as a sheet of high cloud moves in from the north. The sunlight becomes watery. At last a long talk with my son on the phone. We talk about what is happening in the hospital where he works. The attritional nature Read more

  • Full to Overflowing

    The cows have got to be milked Whatever else happens So, some sheep have been filched The cows have got to be milked Chickens attacked by the fox The piglets slipped out of the pens The cows have got to be milked Whatever else happens . n.b. http://www.napowrimo.net Day 12 challenge: write a triolet…nearly. . Read more

  • Day 25

    Here, where the land is soft and low, a hill can be any rise you choose. Walsey Hills, crested by Scots pines is a lump of clay not much more than the height of a double- decker London bus. Three Farthings Hill, up on the heath is not even two metres from base to crest. Read more

  • Day 24

    A beautiful day. Still warm after six in the evening. The sea state is slight. Mist edges the horizon beyond the wind turbines. I walk along a lane that becomes a raised grassy path across the middle of a huge furrowed field. The earth is banked high to protect hundreds of rows of seedling potatoes Read more