Category Archives: Photography

Borders

Into the endless breeze-rippled sea of barley and wheat let me vanish with the unknowable hare and the deer who run alone hearts throbbing and the blind shrew who can never know night. Advertisements

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Rain Town

Rain on the attic roof tender footsteps of youth remembered and all the unconquered possibilities of immaculate Saturdays waiting in glistening wrapping my beloved city where the crowds ebb and flow on station platforms like the systole of a giant … Continue reading

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Architect

Go, when I am dead stand where I foresaw you would on garden steps to watch the light of dawn brighten the edge of a roof whose shape dipped or lifted to the sound of inner music which grew within … Continue reading

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Alexander ‘Greek’ Thomson (1817-1875)

Eternally set stages awaiting the divine their modest usher seeming still alive to stand at our shoulder and whisper in our ear of light, the ancient sacrament. To him every building a church house or office becoming temples consecrated by … Continue reading

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In Baldernock Churchyard

From long autumnal walk late sunlight swells my breast hot and cold the rest at last then half and half am I both life and death dark and bright-witted poised as at the edge guarded by wise yews and boxed … Continue reading

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Invocation

INVOCATION What is it that we seek? This endlessly receding horizon the cloud patterns of autumn skies hazed, combed, teased froth: the residue of Gaia’s wordless thoughts etched across the cranial blue only water vapour, only everything artwork, emotion, sublime … Continue reading

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Visitant

One day but not the next who can guess the hour when a poem will come down from the hills like a solitary deer pelt red and aglow in the first light of dawn She always feels you watching returns … Continue reading

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