Journey of Words

Tag: Poetry

  • Day 15

    April already! My day is consumed with detailed work, but it is still light enough for me to set out walking just after six in the evening. Bard Hill is covered in hawthorn bushes glowing with white blossom – it looks as if it’s snowed. I stop halfway up the traffic-free lane to listen to →

  • On the Edge

    Out here The East Anglian landscape is so flat That the curvature of Earth is apparent And so here is not so flat at all A world of its own Even the sea moves on a different level From beyond the dykes and shingle banks Winds from North and East hold sway Mighty oaks are →

  • Travelling Light

    When you’ve been apart Meeting up is a challenge Just take essentials . CLP 01/02/2020 →

  • Sky Pink

    From along the ridge I saw through Swell Wood’s winter skeleton To the sun-bathed Levels Their rain-full grips and rhynes Fields; mirrors to the sky That held the pink tinge Of chilled noses Numb fingers Of frost-smoke breath Of the cold that will fall From behind the stars tonight . n.b. Grip: cut in the →

  • Open Plan Living

    Homes built to protect From nature’s extremes hold us Safe as prisoners . n.b. Realisation that we are in climate crisis has dawned fastest amongst those who live exposed to nature. Its worst manifestations affect the lives of our poorest and most remote communities first and hardest. Those of us wealthy enough to close our →

  • Unreel

    Moments of time caught Touch stones, listen to echoes Hot feet on cool flags . n.b. There are places and events in life that stay close to the heart, others are left in situ for your unexpected, unplanned reappearance, ready to catch you unawares. How you spontaneously respond will tell you a lot about how →

  • On Pane

    Warm, cosy, settled Wind uncoils, whiplashes hail On sleeper’s window . CLP 16/01/2020 →

  • Grate Full

    Piled wood collapses Rattles iron log burner Startles lone sleeper . CLP 16/01/2020 →

  • On the Threshold

    About to step out A new day, another world Close the door gently . n.b. This advice from a colleague of many years ago, whose name I do not recall, but whose face and kind words I have never forgotten. I pass them on here, admitting that it not always advice I followed when younger. →

  • Honesty Boxed

    Technological Interactions distort truth Write web of fictions . n.b. The Internet: where the truth lies. CLP 14/02/2020 →