Monthly Archives: April 2020

Early morning walk

Come let we walk Watch the morning rise Pulsating Cicadas drowsy fire- flies Shrub alive, last bit a shut eye Come let we walk Past Miss Eliot house Veiled in luminescent grey Vacant, veranda chair waiting For occupancy Come let … Continue reading

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Forget-me-not

The path led nowhere, just ended in bulrushes hiding a marshy bog, and I slipped in up to my ankles. A kingfisher flew up and away alarmed at my expletives, as I struggled to retrieve a boot. The rustle of … Continue reading

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Reunion

They stand about in grandmotherly disguise, schoolchildren once, now grey-haired, stiff and pompous, propriety made flesh, cod gasping on the deck, flapping but almost dead. The one who laughs a lot, the sporty one, the fool, the quiet thoughtful one, … Continue reading

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The Gust of Wind

                          The wind of change came as a gentle breeze. No one seemed to notice the darkening clouds gathering in the East, threatening the day. Then the shutters … Continue reading

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Supper at Emmaus (Caravaggio)

                  It is a simple scene. Three men served a supper By the innkeeper. Astonishment on two faces, Curiosity on another. Serenity on the fourth As he blesses the food on the … Continue reading

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Japanese Spring (Tanka)

Soaring swallows swirl In the bright blue spring sunshine. Renewal is here. Snowdrops burst white from their sleep, Fresh leaves on the willow tree. Joy swells in my heart. I dance in the green garden. Peonies bloom pink, Tall bamboos … Continue reading

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The Tree of Wire

Wire © IWM (Art.IWM ART 2705) The Tree of Wire Why did you let this happen Paul? Not my fault my friend you know how I feel. Look at all this wire all over me what’s it’s point. I’m not … Continue reading

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The Lodgers

Ghosts waggle their spectral fingers at me, all day, every day. Their thin smiles linger in sunlit rooms, their empty eyes stare at me from each mirrored surface. At night I hear their faint shufflings under attic eaves, their mouse-squeaks … Continue reading

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Aftermath

After the storm, a calmness will lay its cloak upon the earth. In a time of uncertainty and fear we must pull together. We must be strong with the strength of angels. Already, this time of terror has brought out … Continue reading

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Dwelling in the past brings solace and rest

Dwelling in the past brings solace and rest, The days of youth and deeds of derring do, Source of consolations for the final test. Memories of old friends, times of the best Such wonderful mates, so solid and true. Dwelling … Continue reading

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