Journey of Words

Tag: Life

  • Sitting Target

    Distressed blackbird clucks Disturbance within hedgerow Smug cuckoo departs . n.b. Here is Sir David Attenborough taking you through the dirty work of the parasite obligate we call the cuckoo. CLP 31/04/2020 →

  • Anti-date

    We met not at all In different time zones Making absolutely no effort To dress up, dress down Or even dress I lay naked in bed You in pyjamas, (so you claimed) All bathed, teeth brushed We watched a dating programme Vicariously On laptop and TV Slightly out of sync In our respective countries Exchanging →

  • Daylight

    Dawn chorus glitters Gloom shifts; brightens, lightens, lifts Sun glints off the key . n.b. Sometimes one word, in a haystack of conversation, is the missing needle that is sought. . CLP 19/05/2020 →

  • Timbre!

    Complexity conveyed With carefully chosen words Sincerity heard In soft tone of voice Speaking volumes Nothing else matters . CLP 18/05/2020 →

  • Day 59

    At the Salthouse church of St Nicholas a nest of blue tits has been established, despite the extensive repair work to the external flint and lime mortar. The parent birds have found food in a nearby garden and are shuttling to and fro to top up their hatchlings. As one bird leaves and crosses the →

  • Day 57

    Rain drops lightly patter down onto the back of my jacket. I pause and turn to see if much more rain is coming. I see a complete rainbow. The few spots of rain cease. The rainbow fades. Choosing to wear gloves, a waterproof jacket and long trousers for my walk was a good decision. A →

  • Dream or memory, I forget

    Aware of wiggles Warmth of your back on my front Tickles and giggles . CLP 13/05/2020 →

  • Uncaged Birds

    From that moment, when his shadow fell we children ran amok, mouthing our repressed pain in shouts betrayed so young by hope of better times now held fast on a nightmare journey of frustrations, compounded over bitter years in one long-drawn slow, silent scream . n.b. Stealing from a prompt based on Maya Angelou’s poem →

  • Day 53

    Great Eye, a lump of clay and sand, is dissolving a little more with each storm tide. It used to be further inland, less exposed to the direct action of sea. For a while it was the site of a folly building, which then became a coast guard rocket house, before the foundations and brickwork →

  • Flower Moon Rising

    Swollen as my heart Bursting through my aching chest She rises in joy . CLP 07/05/2020 →