Under the Mountain Ash

Bark green with moss like a wet river stone But warm to the touch in the afternoon glare Top to bottom covered in hanging lichen. Berries red as cherries against the soft, dreamy clouds But firm to the touch hanging limply over a brook, Burnished like bronze, untarnished, undisturbed. Silent spider clinging to threads as…

A forgotten Poem

Today is national poetry day so I dug through my collection and found this unpublished work written about my grandfather. The theme of this year’s poetry day is “freedom” and I hope we can all find time to be free from the strains of modern day life.   Dear Grandpa, A trip up to Yorkshire…

Mists beyond Dulverton

A morning mist rolled over Exmoor hills Enveloping my world in gloomy shade, Until, in time, a blind man I became With muted senses, broken eyes and sight.   The pheasant call, the partridge wings begin To fade away to silence in these woods, A stillness overcomes me. Like a dream That never ends I…

Dido’s Throne

The breeze sweeps over Dido’s throne From where her broken heart was finally split, But now I am made whole by The salt air, ghostly wings soaring through The turbulent skies.   Below, glimmering and simmering, Thales’ element Rises up to me and falls with a crash, unable to reach Dido’s throne. Her cries of…

As the train comes

    As the train comes People stand up Waiting for light Put down their cups.   As it draws near Children with fear Run away fast Hearing the blast.   Noise growing loud Air coming thick hair once so neat now is a nest.   Whirlwind of air Tunnel lights up Scraping of rails…

An Autumn lament

All life begins with air in autumn mists. The Frozen goddess Air becomes the wind, The clouds, the water, and the earth in turn. All life begins with air in autumn sun, The fiery goddess Air becomes the fire, A howling tempest awesome to behold And star creating, fuelling and desire, Apeiron is the first…