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Autumn Storm
She came upon us from the North Dragging her gloomy shawl Over the sheared hills and ploughed land Turning blends of gold to black and white Breaking limbs from oak and ash Flooded the roots Inundated roads Coughing and spitting She dragged her filthy sheets into town Stuffed her discarded litter into the drains Threw →
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On the Moon
Un-phased, she rises Above man’s temporal world Draws eyes to heaven . CLP 21/09/2020 →
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On Anger ii
Crows call Sun to work Gently she lifts night’s compress Its work now near done ~ CLP 19/09/2020 →
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On Pleasure v
Low autumnal Sun sharpens colours, darkens shade heavy dew becomes mist ~ CLP 04/09/2020 →
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On Pleasure vi
Stopping everything to observe a wasp at work in September sun ~ CLP 04/09/2020 →
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On Pleasure iii
Morning lights our shore gulls call us to discover gifts brought in on tide ~ n.b. photograph courtesy of ACG. CLP 04/09/2020 →
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On Pleasure
In a second hand book, bought on a whim, I discovered someone had kept a four-leaf clover between pages of Seamus Heaney’s poems. ~ CLP 04/09/2020 →
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On Pain viii
A broken arm hurts But rarely does pain persist As in a heart cracked ~ n.b. A fascinating article here on physical vs emotional pain. Tuck in! https://www.psychologytoday.com/gb/blog/the-squeaky-wheel/201407/5-ways-emotional-pain-is-worse-physical-pain CLP 01/09/2020 →
Journey of Words 