Journey of Words

Tag: Nature

  • on colour

    nothing matches greennot even green matches greenevery leaf a gem ~ CLP 18/05/2023 →

  • 14th May

    See what happens?You finally make an effortTo shrug off Winter’s grim shroudMusic, dancingsmiles, joyful tearsand yes, the swiftsSwooping and slicingthrough the humid airskimming chimney potsTheir shrieking and screamingis, I suppose,what they excuse as singing ~ n.b. No guarantee of a good summer. CLP 15/05/2023 →

  • on Ukraine

    We wait for the cuckoosTheir calls prompting dreams of summerYou wait for the cuckoos to leaveTheir absence prompting dreams of peace ~ CLP 10/05/2023 →

  • Full Cycle

    Take me in your armsUnder the full moonIn the cool airOf early May Owls celebrateTheir rites of springIn the woodlandAlong the ridge Bluebells unfoldBefore the foliage aboveSteals all the lightShades in silver shadows The church bellChimes the quarter pastIt’s early yetStill time for bed Hold me in your armsWe’ll watch the full moon setFrom our →

  • Camellias ii

    Warmth of late AugustSoaked into patio pavingHeats our tanned feetYou take my handLead me backTo the shadowed lawnStill compressedWhere we had beenSculpting joyThe night beforeA blackbird(Hidden by heavy pink blooms)Sang to usOf eternal loveAs Venus piercedNight’s deepening blue ~ n.b. NaPoWriMo 2023. Day 30 prompt: a palinode. This poem, I hope, balances the sadness of →

  • Camellias

    Winter brings weakMorning light lateAfternoons darkFrost-shivered limbsFirst sign of warmth(Rain on the west wind)Foliage thickensLeaf litter laps the fenceSticky buds unfoldSuper-slow-motionBurst of pinkPetals un-scrollSudden brightness soonBurnt by memories Casting shadowsAcross our lawnSpectacular displayedVibrancy lastingNo longerThan winter’s sun ~ n.b. NaPoWriMo 2023. Day 25 prompt. Love poem with flower, parenthesis and odd line breaks. CLP 25/04/2023 →

  • By the Seaside

    Wincing dull dawnColourfulIf grey’s your thingDoes the sky reflectthe sea or seathe sky?This performanceDoesn’t make it clearThe North-EasterlyPlays its part wellGets in the headWith a sinuous chillReminiscent of Atonal violinsThat bring tearsA bit-part freighterbound for HartlepoolSustains a rhythmic arcingOf symmetric bow-waves Silently pleasingMusical sensibilitiesAs it ploughs the lineWhere that greyMeets this greyToday the briny’sSalt-sharp scentFills →

  • At Length

    Her final month of summerWas all we feared that it might beNot her tender graciousnessLeft us in her wake, but that driveDrawn from the womb’s wellFired her urgencyMade her hunger pain We wondered at their blindnessWhen nothing was more plainAs they quarried her stone heartTheir stupidity no brighterThan a dullard’s dull insolenceIt was life’s force →

  • on life

    Eons hence they’ll seeBlue planet’s lifeless watersKEEP OUT – TOXIC WASTE ~ n.b. NaPoWriMo 2023. Day 20 prompt, looking back to now from a distant future time. Here from a distant planet. CLP. 20/04/2023 →

  • On Moscow

    Spiders eating each other in a jarI saw one, a Pholcus phalandgioidesthe Daddy Long Legs spiderEat a Crane Fly, THE Daddy Long LegsIt was a warm autumn evening.Fluttering, where wall met ceiling, caught my earThe spider’s small round body, an impossibly small pea-sized pea sizedeterminedly consuming its larger preyThe crane fly’s slow-motion crumplingjoint by joint, →