Journey of Words

Tag: Life

  • Day 22

    No one, but no one, is on the road this morning. I cycle up the long rise away from the coast accompanied by larks above the meadows and bees in the hedgerows. A running hare skids to a halt in a shower of grit and dust as I come round a bend into its path. →

  • Dandelion Clock

    Each delicate breath A hostage of mis-fortune Answer hangs on breeze . CLP 08/04/2020 →

  • Held Fast

    Damp wind sways small bell Fog shrouds topmasts Hull bumps quayside wall Pulling with the running tide Aboard, bored of leave Provisioned, crew fat from land   Keen to cast off Trappings of terra firma Yet held in a sea fret Furled sails stay tied Hawser knotted to the ring  One more precious night Bound to →

  • Novel

    Don’t call it “Normal” That just isn’t true These times are strange Loneliness Hangs heavy as April’s Moon Fat, heavy, moving slow Will we meet again Before Winter’s snows? . CLP 07/04/2020 →

  • Day 19

    After a night lit by the not yet full moon, a day of bright sunlight and a strong wind. This blow is hot and drying. It is relentless, like a wind that drives the locals crazy after weeks of it in Crete, or parts of southern Spain. It is not a wind to sit in. →

  • Masque Ball

    With smoke and mirrors Dressed up mutton; false hopes, dreams Dancers with Truth . n.b. Could the BBC send a science correspondent to the daily press briefing from Downing Street? This is not about politics. CLP 05/04/2020 →

  • Day 18

    A clear, still night and a tawny owl’s calls are distinctly audible at 2 a.m. The three-quarter moon casts silver light on the bedroom wall through a gap in the curtains. Day comes with sunshine accompanied, at last, by warmth. I spent a couple of hours soaking up sunbeams stretched out on a bench; birdsong →

  • Rhyme or Reason

    All this washing! All colours faded Magic thinned Sweet spells spun out Dark potions dried All wrung tight Hung out in rain Concoctions separate Mystery now plain All once known Must be re-found again . www.napowrimo.net day 3 rhyme…random words…sense from chaos. CLP 03/04/2020 →

  • Day 17

    It was announced today that two NHS nurses working in Intensive Care Units around the country have died of the Covid-19 coronavirus. They were all in their 30s. I think of my eldest son working in that role in a hospital in the south of England. I think of little else. . CLP 03/04/2020 →

  • Day 16

    From childhood I remember guidance from Richmal Crompton’s “William” stories! How to track deer. It is dusk and as I make my way up the track into the west wind I see two red deer hinds grazing up to my left in the field just behind the hedge. I have my binoculars, but how close →