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on the Moon
Hey!it’s turned to amberslow downproceed with cautionbe alertprepare to stopfrom the north-side of Lac Lemanlooking southto winter’s last refugethe Alps are obscuredby a scarf of smokethat is slowly curlingaround Earth’s necklike a pythondriven from the forestby fireCanada turns to charcoalthe full Moon flickers on amber~n.b. That mist on the lake, I assumed was heat of →
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on the bridge
Pollen from the rushesLies on the waterA layer of dust coating a mirroro becomes O grows into expanding ringsAnother o becomes O becomes expanding ringsAnother, another, a pauseAnotherslim shadows slip back from each splashmerge into the shade of riverbed reedsand anotherthe river becomes a pianola rollrandomly punctured by kisses from fishesa blackbird lays down a →
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on rain
Cooler at dawnWet streetsExcept under the broad umbrellasOf blossoming chestnut treesA shower of goldfinchesDrop onto the vergePecking at the tiniest insectsActive in the damp grassThe earth has darkenedAt last it is soft enoughTo a sculpt a footprintBy noon the Sun appearsA buzzard fans out its primariesCatches a thermalCries as it spirals upSpirals up and drifts →
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on absence
nature fills space fastfurious competitionto share resources~n.b. Diversity enables many plants and creatures to thrive alongside each other, why does modern man feel the need to dominate? CLP 13/05/2025 →
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on drought
Rain gauge measures dustPlants dependent on dew dropsDesiccated pondsNeighbour jet washesPaved over garden and carArtificial grass~ CLP 13/05/2025 →
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Herd Mentality
Be warned, don’t runLook at them charge down the hillWhen the farmer releases the gateThey leap and kick, gallopYou can feel their thunderous hoovesDrumming through the turfSee how they clear fresh pastureWordless, effortless, immediateTwo or three in leagueCorral the sheepButt the tardy lambs under the electric wireStake their claimCurious they’ll approach youEnquire of your businessLick, →
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Blue Mountain Bells
Have you heard the bell bird sing?It fills the forest with its ringWhere the lyre bird scrapes and bowsThe bell bird’s chiming fills the airMaking music for courting pairs~n.b. If you look closely, you can see a male lyre bird, with its long tail feathers bowed, in the centre of this picture, from my only →
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Along the Spit
Windblown twine hangs from rusting stakesMarking stretches of shingleand sea kaleAround al fresco nesting groundsRinged plovers, curlews, ternsPipers all, greet dusk and dawnPlaintive whistling cutting throughThe worst the North Sea hurls ashoreBut there’s nothing sweetTo be heardNot breakersNot ascending larksWhen jet fighters’ shadows are cast~n.b. NaPoWriMo 2025 Day 23. The RAF base at Marsham sends →