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On the Road xxvi
Restlessness ceases Traveller’s weary heart breathes Grass soft underfoot ~ n.b. God bless her and all who sail in her. CLP →
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On the Rise ii
Hot pockets bubble Steamy accumulations Form, swell; fit to burst ~ n.b. There’s a lot of it about. ~ CLP 18/08/2020 →
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Silver
The harsh-sunned pool laid flat still Mirror to the willows’ feathered limbs A float-glass plate decorated with green Fronds and strands held still beneath No flow, no breath I lean on the stone parapet See my silhouette’s sharp outline I am about to leave this scene When a metallic flash, a flip, a soft splash →
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On the Road XII
What is the hurry? Meadows and streams beckon you To tarry awhile ~ CLP 04/08/2020 →
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On the Road I
Road becomes mud track In grip of violent storm Marks turn in summer ~ CLP 26/07/2020 →
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The Mournful Call of Red Kite Chicks
Out of the pines tilted on the tip of the ridge Wheezy cries limp across the heath Sounds of an aged asthmatic held hostage in a loose bed of twigs Drawing out creaky breaths in a sickly rhythm Plaintive, pathetic pleas for attention from a speechless chest On an open ward where the staff are →
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Rookworms
Clouds of oily birds Floated down from the pine clump Shadowed the low field ~ Cows and calves bemused At pasture blackened with crows Jackdaws and bleak rooks ~ Settled frozen still Hundreds came and stood alert For movement of soil ~ The gloomy flock stirred Disturbed by wind-blown phantom Hung on breaths of wind →
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May Bug (Cockchafer)
I wrote about these slow flying, heavy beetles a few days ago. This evening, I was putting clean sheets on the bed when the deep buzzing of a May Bug caught my attention. I quickly cupped it into a jar, as shown, before taking it out to the back garden for release by the goat’s →
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Day 59
At the Salthouse church of St Nicholas a nest of blue tits has been established, despite the extensive repair work to the external flint and lime mortar. The parent birds have found food in a nearby garden and are shuttling to and fro to top up their hatchlings. As one bird leaves and crosses the →
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