Beltane
Poems written between Beltane and Litha (30 Apr – 20 Jun)
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The skeletons of trees Leaves rustle in the breeze Spongy beneath our feet A fairy woodland treat Dappled morning shades Emerald green glades Birdsong happy and bright In moody morning light Leaves crunch as birds glide Scrunch as fairies hide Glistening after last night‘s shower I am feeling the woodlands power From the Earth beneath… Read more
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Sunken lanes adorned with wild garlic Banks covered in bluebells Drooping under the weight of their purple flowers Crying out “we’re English” Reminding us of those famous words “Sink me the ship master Gunner, split her in twain, fall into the hands of God not into the hands of Spain” We’re in Cornwall here Where… Read more
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Hidden coves and sandy beaches Benches with snippets of view Bluebell woods with floors of beech Pink campion shining through Read more
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I can smell the leaves perspiring And see the flowers blooming The hedgerows bright and brilliant pink The estuary shines a deep blue ink Smells of gorse and garlic fill the air Yellow flowers everywhere Buttercup Dandelion Primrose too All a different yellow hue The babbling brook rushes along Singing it’s tinkly twinkly song Children’s… Read more
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As the gorse exfoliates my legs And the stonechat chatter overhead I wade my way through heather moor Looking for the cliff top door The path has gone beneath my feet The undergrowth gets thick and deep Not one has tread this path before Then suddenly I spy the door A little gate, an unused… Read more
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Pretty pink hillside Lined with foxgloves Bumbles Hide Inside Noisy Brown Skylark In hedgerows beside They whistle tweet and rattle While Goldfinch twitter and Linnet crackle Butterflies blue The old moth two The sea a glistening blue All from my cliff top view Read more
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What must it have been like? The waiting What must it have been like? The Knowing What must have been like? The fear The dread The smell How does a sense of duty instill such bravery? Such courage Where does that sense of duty come from? I cannot express my honour and gratitude More than… Read more
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On the eve of May As sunset passes And the world begins to sleep Out of her slumber Flora dances And the young oak king Takes his chances Their love Our union Of Earth and sky A greenwood marriage Igniting fire And passions rage With strong desire Vitality and joy abound Hopes and dreams The… Read more
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“Mist charging up the valley floor Cattle grazing on the Combe Goldfinch flocking in the fading light and a Raven cackling doom” “Warm sun, near cloudless sky Splendid Autumn trees Flocking birds and butterfly And shimmering glistening sea” “A cacophony of sparrows A castle in the haze Company at the market Friendship in the waves”… Read more
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Spare a thought for the England of old When summers were warm and winters were cold When we looked after the land and the seas And nurtured the birds and the millions of bees Imagine a picture painted through time Watching the hedgerows slowly decline Urbanisation steeling the land Mass agriculture vented by man We… Read more
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Sleepy Loch moves gently with the tide Babbling brook flows busily by its side Swallows chatter as they dart under croft Mergansers parade, their crests aloft Shag and Eider dive at speed While oyster catcher forage weed Plover and sandpiper ready to fly From hungry heron in the blink of an eye And thrush and… Read more
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I feel like a guest in your wood Imagining faries lying drunk on the sweet fragrance Of the bluebells carpeting the woodland Listening to Bird song singing for love Hearing the whisper of the trees in the warm gentle breeze And then the barren desert of a beet field Saharan exhausted landscape The bluebell carpet… Read more
Between the Fires: verses of earth and moon 