Here and Now

caught in an echo chamber
with an ever ticking clock,
where days and weeks smoosh
into unnumbered sleeps as
human measurements of time
are abandoned to irrelevance … More Here and Now

Be Still

for now the Earth tells us
to be still: to stop for a
moment and listen to the
birdsong outside the … More Be Still

Symphony

out where nature’s solitude
soothes rampant fears of social
interaction and sickness, out
where the daffodils and bluebells
merrily sway, life blooms in
swelling melodies as birdsong
choruses greet dawn’s touch … More Symphony

Keepsake

echoes of years passed in fleeting moments of remembered joy and heartache decoupaged upon skin in earthly keepsakes to carry into eternity’s embrace

Wisdom of the Crone

for mine will be the wisdom of the Crone * she who walks the hedge lines and liminal spaces with back bowed and bare feet rooted * custodian of the secrets of the earth she is at one with crooked trees and lurking spirits * gathering winter’s fears in forage she brews ancestral knowledge into … More Wisdom of the Crone

Equinox Blessings

the tribe gathers to the sound of beating drums wild energy rising higher as equinox blessings dance upon twilight air currents and restless hearts balance upon the turning wheel standing poised in readiness as they await the approaching darkness and the secrets held within the ancient tales of the crone heard whispered whilst wreathed in … More Equinox Blessings

Serenity

captive sunlight beams from within delicate spheres as ephemeral as purest serenity suspended in careless precision upon a blade’s edge It’s been a while since I posted anything more than a wordless photograph on my blog, so I thought it was about time I shared something a little longer. I decided a poem and a … More Serenity

Step by Step

gain insight in ascent

awakening emotions stultified

by society’s strictures

*

gain closure in descent

revisiting issues locked within

subconscious crypts

*

gain wisdom with each step

overcoming life’s adversities

so true joy can be found … More Step by Step

Messengers

horseshoes clatter metal pealing against cobblestones in a chiming of bells as dreamlike figures ghost by a cavalcade of spirits messengers from the past bearing warning from a time of division and strife for those who care to listen This week’s photo was taken at an English Civil War reenactment in my home town of … More Messengers

Out of the Darkness

darkness creeps sticky tendrils dragging ever deeper into the depths of fear and hate and hopelessness desolation clinging with tar-like viscosity * but don’t give up * glimpse the light that lies ahead  encompassing hope of better times to come leave the darkness behind and embrace the future’s bright promise * don’t give up * never give … More Out of the Darkness

Harvest Dawn

golden rays dance over cloudtops ribbons unfurling in joyous celebration of harvests safely gathered I hadn’t even realised I’d taken these dawn shots on the Autumn Equinox until I was sorting through my pictures for the Changing Seasons post and spotted the date on the folder. I was already thinking about using them for a … More Harvest Dawn

September 2017

seasons shift decorating the land in daubs of gold finger paints wildly applied joy articulated with a child’s exuberance whilst leaves crunch underfoot During September, the signs of autumn have become increasingly rife in the meadow and in the wooded area beside the stream. The first leaves have begun to turn, shades of golden brown … More September 2017

Swan

aglow with simple elegance she glides serenely onwards * untouched by worldly concerns * divorced from fear and anger *  enriched by nature’s beneficence she scatters diamonds of purest sunlight in her wake

The Old Cottage

think of the stories that could be told if the voices of the long gone could be heard within those aged walls but their tales have been forgotten as our own too shall someday be This post is for Cee’s Black and White Photo Challenge. This week’s theme is buildings.

Geoffrey

long fur tangles beneath fingertips as a warm weight sprawls ∗ hedonistically over your legs whilst a deep purr reverberates and ∗ guileless eyes stare deep into your soul binding you tight Meet Geoffrey. Technically, he’s my sister’s cat, but as my sister and I now live together, I suppose he’s my cat now, too. … More Geoffrey

Paths of Memory

tread softly along paths gentled by hazy memory, strolling amidst recollections of yesteryear’s cares where lost loves and old pains fade into ephemeral touches, phantom fingers brushing against present preoccupations This post is for Cee’s Which Way challenge. The photos were both taken on a misty November morning on the lanes around the village. Here are a … More Paths of Memory

First to Fall

they are the first to fall they will not be the last I had hoped to post my September Changing Season’s gallery today. Unfortunately I’m not yet done with sorting through the pictures! These shots were taken earlier on in the month so I thought I’d share them and the little poem that I wrote … More First to Fall

Butterfly

On ephemeral wings she flits, never settling for long: never long enough to catch her, never long enough to bind her back into the cocooned existence she’s fled.

No More

No More You take and You take, Never caring, Never wondering who You hurt. You rant and You rave, Throwing accusations, Throwing blame Regardless of truth. It’s time, Time to realise The only one to blame For your misfortune Is you.

Self Doubt

This post is for Baheya’s Miniature Writing Challenge. This week’s prompt is Freedom. For this challenge you are asked to write either an ultra short story (50-150 words), a haiku or a little poem. This week I decided to share a poem. Self-Doubt Ensnared in a churning morass of fear, insecurity, spiralling ever deeper. Not as good; … More Self Doubt

The Sound of Drums

This post is for the Miniature Writing Challenge run by An Artist At Heart. This challenge gives a picture and  a short story prompt and asks that you write either a mini short story (50 – 150 words), a poem or a haiku (3 lines, 17 syllables). To read the full rules, go here. This week’s prompt is … More The Sound of Drums