old heron bones

February 9, 2018 § 2 Comments




bare whisper of wind

in the marsh grass

old heron bones




after he died

February 8, 2018 § 2 Comments


after he died

i noticed more





Image of Redgrave and Lopham Fen courtesy The Guardian

The earth, dancing

February 6, 2018 § 6 Comments

Harvesting Hecate

In the stillness of a half-lit house it is easy to believe that the world is at rest.   There is no movement that I can perceive.  No sound to crack the silence.  But stillness is an illusion.  My body is a commotion of movement.  I breathe in and out, my heart beats, eyes blink, cells vibrate, synapses fire.  When I am still, I am never motionless.  And neither is the house around me.  Floorboards creak and settle, radiators sigh, tiny creatures scuttle, dust motes twirl.  I barely notice it, but there is motion within and around me, a ballet that never stops.

We are no more than mayflies to the earth.  Like the blink of an eye against its billions of years.  To us, it seems slow and solid.  The ground is steadfast beneath our feet.  Immovable rock, sturdy hills, venerable trees.  We are confident of walking on solid…

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on the bench

February 6, 2018 § 8 Comments



on the bench

his reading glasses



razor sharp

January 30, 2018 § 8 Comments


razor sharp

into the void



image courtesy kathy barney


January 26, 2018 § 14 Comments


image sutton hoo


silences the valley until

the blackbird




image of Sutton Hoo courtesy East Anglian Daily Times

edge of water

January 22, 2018 § 2 Comments




rabbit clipped dunes

sigh of seashells

rubbed smooth of past

fragments of lives broken

swarm and tumble in sun-glitter

 chattering in tongues

screech as wave sucks


seagulls curl

wing tips ruffle

in cliff top thermal

circling spin drift foam

oyster catchers

quick skitter

beaks darting jab

for rotting fish

cling to sightless fish bone


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