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On Sorting
Memories barely Recovered; stirred into broth By tickets, trinkets . CLP 21/03/2020 →
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On Memory
A tune filtered through Happy chatter, chink and drink “…holy ground once more” . n.b. The other night a song played by the Irish folk band in a bar in Southsea, from an album we listened to as children, before we had the wherewithal to buy our own, caught my brother’s attention. The Clancy Brothers →
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Revealing
In 1787 eleven ships Set sail from Spithead To New South Wales On board people Sentenced to Penal Servitude For their crimes ” – the birth of modern Australia” It’s only half the story . In 1987 was there a pause, your Majesty To consider the impending fate Of those indigenous people Who did not →
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Unreel
Moments of time caught Touch stones, listen to echoes Hot feet on cool flags . n.b. There are places and events in life that stay close to the heart, others are left in situ for your unexpected, unplanned reappearance, ready to catch you unawares. How you spontaneously respond will tell you a lot about how →
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Cards or Dice (Lyon IV)
Cut, shuffle Rattle, roll Which is better? I don’t know. When asking for a sign Throw the jacks . n.b. Fate does not lay out our fortune, but the interpreter of fortunes does. We hear what we want to hear, believe what we choose and act out our lives accordingly. King James VI of Scotland, →
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On Memory
Cluttered to rafters Where to keep all the new stuff? Something has to give . n.b. How does one keep track of a lifetime’s experience? What is retained, what forgot? What is important; what not? Memories of long ago can resurface at the slightest prompt. These can be matters one had not held consciously for →
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On the Millstream
Flicker reflected Electric blue blur flashes Seen or imagined? . n.b. The iridescent colours of the kingfisher are so vivid that the mind struggles to register whether it has actually been seen. So bright the blue, so fast the flight of this agile bird against the greens of the river and bank sides, its fleeting →
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On Memory
There it was, so close Reflection of something past It’s known it was known . n.b. Whatever it was is not so important, but not being able to recall it creates a new reality; the understanding that time has been stretched so thin that gaps are appearing in its fabric. Like a fleece that has →
Journey of Words 