Monthly Archives: Dec 2016

Does the sparrow feel

sadness at seeing the space 

in the empty nest 

Answering our prayers

the solstice sun has risen

renewed and refreshed

In dark days the bells

in coats of coal-seam velvet

ring sombre changes

I could not resist

just one kiss from blood-stained lips’

salty taste of death

Spending the weekend in North Devon, looking for inspirational sights and sounds from the rugged grandeur of the cliffs and waves or poetic harmony in the rolling moors, with added alliteration from the babbling brook and sparkling stream. All I’ve gained is the morose damp of the moistening mists. Plenty of time for reflection and retreat.

Grainy grey the sky

silent but for buzzards cry,

the ponies shaking 

mealy waterlogged withers,

antlers clash in morning mist

The Commodore PET

was the first to let us play

in a Basic way

The ripples of stone 

shield the silver scale and fin

from the striking spear