Journey of Words

Tag: Life

  • Day 34

    Ice blue is the only way to describe yet another cloudless sky. The wind moves from the north to the east as the Sun tracks around the side of house to the back field. I get out for an evening walk only when our star has turned white and offers little in the way of →

  • Day 33

    At times words are inadequate. Common enough moments for humanity, such as a woman giving birth, are in the living of the moment, beyond words. Today, before first light, my sister’s first grandchild was born. The day has been “very emotional.” My sister says before climbing the stairs to an early bed.  Many people know →

  • Crossing Over

    Thirty two days now I’ve been out walking What have I found and what have I seen? A spotted catfish curled up on the shore A hedgehog sent to sleep in the road A wide-eyed bird lying on the verge, so small I hid it in my hand A piece of fibre-glass hull, jetsam from →

  • Over and Out

    Through the walls At just after Three in the morning I hear my sister’s voice Pitched high Excited by recent events “Oh!! Thank you for calling.” Crying, sobs “Has she a name?” . I hear the owls singing in celebration on the heath A moth with two left feet tap dances joyously around my bedside →

  • Thick Cut Marmalade

    …out from bed, pull on jeans and a sweater over sleepy skin, slip into clogs, unlock the garage, push up the door, lift out the bike and spin round to the corner shop, buy a big, fat, Saturday newspaper, a fresh loaf, cycle home (steering one-handed), park the bike, pull the garage door shut, lock →

  • On Taste

    Tea leaves taste bitter Taken without sugar grains Subtlety blossoms . Christopher Perry 17th April, 2020 →

  • Expectant

    First time grandmother-to-be Already on edge Awaits delivery Wednesday? No Thursday? No She’s sitting at the window It’s got to come today She’s sits waiting patiently She needs that replacement kettle So she can have A calming cup of tea . n.b. What a time for the old kettle to blow and the parcel service →

  • On Darkness

    Out there sea and wind Roll pebbles along the shore Hear each one disturbed . Christopher Perry 17th April, 2020 →

  • 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 →

  • Domestic News

    The internal dialogue loops through courtesies, simple enquiries about health, discussions about food. Subtle changes in conversation lead to redrafted perceptions. Two siblings sharing a house again after more than four decades. As before, this is not through any fault of our own, but this time we make the rules. We are not so much →