Journey of Words

Tag: Nature

  • Unholy water

    Dolphins, porpoises and a whaleFrom time to timeExplore the riverUpstream to Canary WharfWould you go furtherKnowing how filthyOld Father Thames has become?Pity the sealsWho went further and made itAs far as RichmondWhere they liveHappy as pigs in our shit ~ n.b. Another fine mess brought to you as part of Thatcher’s Legacy, profit pursuing private →

  • About Turn

    you know how an old fox runs?a trot-trot-trotnose forward, tail out behindtrot-trot-trotwell, watch it stopdrop its tail-brush to the floorswing round and disappearwhen it’s seen someoneof whom it’s not suretrot-trot-trotnose forward, tail out behindit panics not a jotand off the old fox goestrot-trot-trot ~ CLP 25/03/2024 →

  • blossom

    the ornamental garden heavy with bloomsperfume strong enough to holda presence in the easterlybumble bees’ wings silentthey drink from deep cherry wellsnubs of pollen caught on their thighspetals brighten, whiten in sunlightflashing through the broken cloudyou crane your neck nestle your nosein a garland of petalsfresh enough to hold firmto buds from whence they sproutedwe →

  • on time

    from the earth they comeflowers and bees read the runesfrom spring comes summer ~ CLP 22/03/2024 →

  • on light

    afternoon sneaks offleaving its jacket on chairjob done for the day ~ n.b. It’s that time of year when the light of day doesn’t rush off as soon as the whistle goes, but hangs about encouraging a laggardly retreat to the cave. CLP 20/03/2024 →

  • on trees

    cut down for the millwhere they’re mulched up, stretched, rolled outrenamed as paper ~ n.b. We forget so easily, we are part of the logging problem too. CLP 17/03/2024 →

  • on light

    luminous blackthorn spraysburst openin monochrome hedgerowsdaffodils reach uptrumpeting their presencebluebells tremblein leafless woodlandbumble bees crawl unsteadilyfrom the earthmornings start soonershadows linger longerequinox approaches ~ CLP 10/03/2024 →

  • on the wind

    ¡Muy vientos! Es no buenothe old man, barely half my height remarkedthe fingers of the four palmswere drawn to the mountainsnorth-east of the old townill winds bring ill moodsill luck, ill healthnothing good to this placegusting through the narrow streetspicking off loose grainsfrom the crumbling sandstonerecently tormented by lashings of hailthe wind whips round ground-down →

  • Hedges

    Days after the blackthorn Is providing some supportFor the spring rebuildof nests I am still stuckwith the job of diggingthe bloody darts from my wristmy chest, my legsare scratched, my face puncturedby the petulant barbsdespite my annual effortsthey will eventually beat medown, make of me a pyre, recycleme into the soil, my limbswill become their →

  • on spring

    everywhere they comefat buds of hope burst openrain drops keep falling ~ CLP 21/02/2024 →