5th April

Two Ravens
Dark and wholesome
Ride against the gale
Disappearing then
Appearing again
I’m rolling with the coasters
Pushed on by blustery turbulence
All the way along
This stormy ride
And singing low with ravens
At Easter tide
Blow, blow
You wild winds
Blow you silver sky
You tore the trees apart
Last night
My ruined road is strewn
with branches
The river’s high
And all the rubble
Of the ages
Lies across my way
But two black ravens
Light this hopeful day
With love
#poetry

4th April

Time on my hands
And turning,
again and again
Rememberings
Indelibly marked
Deep to my core
Exposed
Each layer
A moment of change
Where flow
Became turbulent
And balance was tipped
then restored
How long it will last?
This loosening,
That separates engagement
from the line of desire
To leave us powerless
And fractured.
#poetry




2nd April

Oh the daffodils
Blowing gold
and dancing
In a soft spring breeze
They shine at the sun
Like the sheen
On the lapwings wing
A smile in the brightness
They dimple the air
And dance in delight
In this crystal light
And borrow the space
That the swallows will fill
In my part-broken heart
It’s the shape of the song
Of a lark in clear air
#poetry

30th March

A world-weary day
Battle scarred sky
In battleship grey
A northerly gale
Slings arrows at my face
And I’m stung
By blinding sleet
And springtime feels distant
Like a pale glow
That I used to know
Slowly now, slowly
Raise your game
The skylark is singing
Even in this unfriendly gale
She knows her glorious place
And takes it
With her song.
#poetry

29th March

New lambs
Hours old and bleating
Unsteady on their feet
Curlews call their soft arrival
This gentle nativity
A little Christmas
At Easter tide
And lovely music
stays with me
All the way along my ride
Even though the sky is grey
And it feels quite cold today.
We almost collided
The runner and I
She distracted in her red
And I with poems in my head
I stopped and she passed by
We bade each other a windy day
And each then took
Their separate way
She smiled
and said goodbye.
#poetry

28th March

A cold breeze
A willow-grey
and birch-white day
And the music of the land
Is bleating in the silver
And the green
I have lost myself
For a little while
In inward gaze
Searching for meaning
And an understanding
My heart a raven now
High up in the heavens
Like an emblem of love
So strong, she raises me
To dizzy heights
So dark,
She floods my sky with light
#poetry