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on sound
the geese I lovetheir drifting callsfiltering through the leafless treesI seek the skeinwatch it spread across the ice blue abovesee how it stretches, unfurlscollapsestoward the stubblerises and falls like a groundsheet in the breezenever quite settlesfolds of nervous ripples run through the flockthey’ve come so far for this?dissenters lift offcirclegather followersreturn to the heavy earthwhere →
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on the rails
There was once a race out westBetween the canal diggersAnd the railway buildersCutting the way through fieldsHedges and ancient woodsThe blades of spades cutting turfBuilding embankments from the spoilsPicks hollowed out the hills for tunnelsTunnels that would be threaded throughBy steel rails, laid on sleepersThat woke sleepy west country folkGave them dreams of somewhere elseTowns →
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on the wind
A southerly brings warm airA wild stuttering windCrows and jackdaws are loving itLaunching themselves into itRising from the oaks on itLifted by gustsWheeling round the rain stained crown for moreA ragged flock in black tumbleBelow the scudding grey stream of cloudAbove the autumnal pallet of the lane’s arboreal borderThey fly a broken line across the →
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on August
Copper foils collect on the outfieldStubborn tufts of grass repay enthusiastic fielders with grazesThe cricketers’ whites are stained by streaks of blood, turf and dustOnce welcome cooling breezes of July have revertedTo deliver East Anglia’s usual desiccating chillPlayers debate whether to wear two shirts, or a sweaterAt home the shower temperature has been turned up →
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on Ukraine
It was a week after the Bataclan battleYoung people from Paris in EvreuxEscaping the shock waves of griefTalking of the end of the worldRealising the conversation was about the end of humanityIdentifying that nature will persistKeeping faith that this Blue Planet will keep spinningUnderstanding that it is us who will passLeaving our stainIn fossilised citiesRailway →
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on bodywork
use it for livingor nurse it alongmaintain and sustainor preserve and curateenjoy the physicalor cosset and coddleaccept the wear and tearor perpetually fretexplore beyond limitsor avoid risktake your body with youor let it dictatewith only one issueddon’t let it go to waste~ CLP 14/07/2025 →
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on the warming sea
there were many squidnow octopus are commonpeople are happythey catch octopusand sell them for a lot moreso they are happy~n.b. Not so sure the octopus are too chuffed about it. Life goes on, they say. The only constant is change. CLP 02/07/2025 →
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at Summer Solstice
pause to catch the rayscelebrate the height of lightwe live in cycles~n.b. Yesterday, in Northern hemisphere. CLP 220/6/2025 →
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