Who doesn’t love To feel the sun on your skin? Step off, Fall in. I’m happy when I cannot conceive. Relief, not to believe. Who took the sun away? Who shatters the day? Mouth, full of clay. Hot day. Look at you all. So absorbed, So instinctive. There is no question Of how you will… Continue reading The Woodpeckers
Depression is a screen that’s formed in front of me. I’m not sure what it’s made out of. Sometimes it seems like paper, sometimes rubber, sometimes concrete. My life is on the other side of the screen. So if I want to live my life – live it properly, healthily and enjoyably – I need… Continue reading The Screen Between
Never, normally, is the sand beyond the rockpools uncovered. In the glorious aftermath of the eclipse, we walked from the cliffs at Pendower over towards Curgurrell. All was blue, green and yellow.
A sequel to Primroses, started a year ago today. The swallows have made their beds, So now the swifts are here, We just caught a glimpse of them Two or three Just as I was going away. I have to admit, I’m not sure how to tell a swift from a swallow Except for the… Continue reading Heatwave
Before I go any further, I should remind myself that I have the same thought every year. It’s about the right time for basking sharks.
Written around this time last year, for a celebration. It’s that point in the year again. We know that spring is here, But it can’t quite loosen winter’s gnarled fingers From around the tree trunks. I couldn’t resolve how I felt, Or what I wanted, But then the decision was taken from me, And now… Continue reading Primroses