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Blank Verse
I am tired Words fail me My brain fizzing A blank screen Seeking a signal To no avail . CLP 11/09/2019 →
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On August XXI
Now gone with all else Held in cloudy memories Bottled and pickled . n.b. The serious work has begun to collect the fruit, vegetables and crops from the summer. What must be gathered from the orchard floor and stored for winter; what can be collected from the vine and pressed; what can be cut from →
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On August XVII
Grass turned to hay bales Turf open again to sky Crows stalk the stubble . n.b. The corvids leave the pasture in flower to other creatures, but as soon as the ground is clear they descend, spread themselves out, (respecting each others’ personal space), and start grubbing about searching for leather jackets and other insect →
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On August XVI
It is a little late in the year to make hay Intense heat reduces to rain too frequently Morning dew takes encouragement to lift Cloud cover sitting like a cosy duvet on night-warmed bed has to be dragged off by the Sun So the hours available to flick and line up the mowings are few →
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On August XV
Morning’s welcome cool Canvas sky hangs limp and pale Ragwort bright as Sun . CLP 26/08/2019 →
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On August XI
Day emerges slower Chill mist veil gently settles Leaves pearled with dewdrops . CLP 22/08/29 →
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On August X
Ewe calls to her lambs Not feeding anymore but These are still her young . n.b. With lambs weaned after four months, or so, the bonds between ewe and offspring are still strong. When the flock is disturbed by a passing walker pausing and taking in the view at the gate, the baa-ing begins between →
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On August (IX)
Atop Wiltshire Downs Huge golden waves of ripe grain Pitch, roll, dip and swell . CLP 20/08/2019 →
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On August VIII
Fields of fatting sheep Bleats from lambs bigger than ewes Sky speckled by crows . CLP 20/08/2019 →
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On August VII
Late the Moon claims night Planets trace her way through stars Grass cut by stark shadows . n.b. I excuse my additional syllable in this attempt to capture the vision of last night’s lunar brightness and the sharpest, darkest shadows thrown onto the silvered late summer grasses in the meadow. A remarkable, naturally well-lit night. →
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