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February 5, 2021
Dragon
A Poem a Day For a Week Or So number three. I had fun with this one. Dragon This serpentine and massive body, Tough dark brown scales about its girth, With emerald green draped carelessly Lies sinuously upon the earth. . One huge, long, foot, so saurian, With wrinkled toes, long tapering claws, Sweet scented …
February 4, 2021
Mud
The second of my ‘Poem a Day’ poems. Just getting this far is a bit of an achievement, I suppose, although I’m not particularly happy with either the meter or the rhythm. It feels as sloppy as the day itself was. But I think it has potential if I do a bit of work on …
February 3, 2021
Clutch
I thought I would write a poem a day for a week or so. Here is yesterday’s. Of course, if this goes like most of my projects, I’ll probably give up tomorrow. We’ll see. Clutch Crook-backed Misshapen Bent and jug-eared Skeletal spindle-shanked and Shaggy ancient . Like troll The rising sun leaves it forever Frozen …
January 24, 2021
January 24th 2021
We usually hear the jackdaws some ten minutes or so before sunrise: jack, jack, jack, jack, and then the great silence descends for a while. The rooks chuck the odd aark into the mix, but it tends to get lost amid the jackdaw vocals. Once they have completed their flypast, it is a while before …
January 17, 2021
Sunday Supplement – 4
I’ve been playing this album for much of the last week. the first I had heard of Sharron Kraus was on Chanctonbury Ring, the album she worked on with Justin Hopper, based on Justin’s book The Old Weird Albion. Joy’s Reflection is Sorrow is filled with beautiful haunting songs in the folk tradition, with more …
January 1, 2021
And…breathe.
Well, that was a bit of a bumpy ride. Rather a roller coaster in fact, but we’ve touched down safely enough in 2021. Is everyone okay? There was a lot of screaming and puking going on as we flew through 2020, and a few more empty seats now than we would have liked, but perhaps …
December 31, 2020
Well, here comes 2021…
It’s not been a good year, has it? I’ve found myself retreating more and more into myself and struggling just to speak to people, or even to write or paint. So, what do we need for the new year? Strength and peace, I think. So I’m wishing you all strength and peace.
December 20, 2020
Sunday Supplement – 3
Last year I wrote a post about how the Christmas season made sense to me when I thought of it as the old festival of Yule and all that entails. About nature, renewal and hope. Of course, I also wrote about my own hopes for the coming year, and the less said about that, the …
December 16, 2020
Repost – A Day In Ladakh
As promised, I’m putting up an old post on India. This one I originally posted just over five years ago, so you might not have read it. Wednesday 13th April 2005 This morning, there is a clear blue sky, with just a couple of clouds sitting on top of the Stok Mountain Range. It doesn’t seem …
December 13, 2020
Sunday Supplement – 2
Brains are funny things. At least, mine certainly is. Asked to provide a short bio for someone (Laura, the editor of Braided Way, who has asked to reblog my post Winter – 3), I seem to freeze up in terror. It feels a little like trying to promote my books or my paintings – this …
