dance branch to bough
long-tail tits staccato song
free-style formation
~
CLP 09/01/2023
Tag Archives: Somerset
on time
what hour can this be?
moonlit apple orchard limbs
rookery's dawn croaks
~
n.b. The mechanical measure of time slips into insignificance when daylight is secondary to moonlight. The corvids, atop the high trees, will let you know when it’s time to move.
CLP 08/01/2022
on light
secondhand daylight
sent via lunar surface
dusted in silver
~
n.b. Long exposure rather exaggerates the scene, but you get the ideaz
CLP 05/01/2023
on time
seasons all muddled
curious robin calls by
bum barrels flit past
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CLP 04/01/2023
on land
pink sky threatens frost
life retreats beneath the turf
Moon casts stark shadows
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n.b. Great to be back under Somerset skies.
CLP 02/01/2023
on paws
just for a moment
remembering a spaniel
the four leg, Clover
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n.b. I feel lucky to have met and worked along side this loopy hound on a number of occasions. It will feel odd visiting that farm sometime in the not too distant future (hopefully) and not be greeted by this lovable character. Life goes on.
CLP 14/02/2022
Under the Sun
chittering swallows
whirring crickets, silent moths
seeking pastures old
~
CLP 30/06/2021
On Rain
thick dark soup of sky
ladles out downpour dollops
brook a bubbling broth
~
CLP 28/06/2021
Sheep
when we appear at the gate
their bleating starts
calling of ewes to lambs
lambs to ewes
locating each other in panicked calls
so anxious are they at our arrival
~
a pair of sturdy lambs burrow under a ewe
knocking the flighty beast off-balance
pull hard at her teats for comfort
lambs who already feed happily on grass
who merrily join patrols of this pasture
party to a gambolling gang
who normally ignore the stark-shorn ewes
lined by tines of electric shears
that have scored their skinned fleece pink
~
When our red quad-bike appears
these adolescent lambs cry
for more mother’s milk
perhaps instinctively aware
of what drives our human kindness
~
CLP 27/06/2021
The Magic Picture Tree
What do you see in the shape of this old oak tree
Shaped by lightening, prevailing winds, minerals and time?
I saw an opera singer, big as a house
Someone else a buried cross
What can you shape from this old oak tree?
~
CLP 25/05/2021
Journey of Words 