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From the East
Cool pale sheet of light Shrouds our soon forgotten dreams Wakes tuneless sparrows . n.b. Tuneless or not, I love sparrows. Adaptable, hard working with a GSOH. My kind of bird. CLP 01/02/2020 →
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January Road Trip (XXXIII)
Sun climbs hill, blesses Cathedral, castle, city Pink cherry blossom . n.b. Lincoln: this ancient city is built on an escarpment edge above the River Witham, (which it now envelopes). To the north the land falls steadily toward the Humber Estuary; to the east the land gradually flattens toward the German Sea beyond Boston and →
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January Road Trip (XXXII)
Thursday night, Hertford The White Horse and dominoes An innocent spot . n.b. The White Horse, Hertford is a Real Ale pub. No juke box, no pool table. Log fire. Just people talking over pints and playing dominoes in a half-serious-not-serious kind of way. Passing the evening reminiscing about cricket, former club-mates, opponents and favourite →
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January Road Trip (XXXI)
Heads hung loose, breeze blown Snow white bells jingle voiceless The earth awakens . n.b. Multiple snow drops decorate the verge along the Holt Road. . CLP 30/01/2020 →
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January Road Trip (XXX)
Earth tumbles off steel Turned turf rolls over face down Gulls trawl plough’s soil wake . n.b. After the urgent work of hedge cutting, trimming, mending, it is the time to plough. This is the moment to open the ground to air, rain and frost so the soil can break up, breathe and prepare for →
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Refraction
One event Two stories What you take out Depends on what you take in You choose your own Ending . CLP 29/01/2020 →
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January Road Trip (XXVIII)
Gradual return Known places, faces, routines Landing gear engaged . n.b. Runway lights in view. Lining up the nose, entering the approach path. Tray in upright position, seatbelt on. Hoping for a smooth landing back in reality. . CLP 29/01/2020 →
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January Road Trip (XXVI)
Dress of Wedding White Delectable curves fill cloth Sun casts confetti . n.b. I witnessed stunning views whilst travelling through the Southern Uplands this morning. The white hills, dark clouds with Sun breaking through dropping more snow in curtains. A delicate show of light and shade was daubed onto the rounded terrain of south-west Scotland.… →
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January Road Trip (XXV)
Precipitation Blurs lamplight, falls silent, slow Spreads fresh white blanket . n.b. Travelling today will be no picnic. CLP 28/01/2020 →
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January Road Trip (XXIV)
Mooring bollards wait As tides, seasons, decades pass Hope for ships’ return . n.b. Glasgow’s quayside has been almost totally cleared. What next? The rusting bollards, like mariners’ widows in denial, still wait by the dock scanning the horizon for signs of home-coming sails. . CLP 27/01/2020 →
Journey of Words 