I sought a small space called quiet and silence found me wrapped me up with comfort held me gently with the strength of a mountain healed all the way through me loved me as a child married me like a spouse rejoiced and danced carried me into eternity
that stallion munching the green lazily across his field- eyes as big as headlights- dark with secrets- of horses worlds- friends with a Shetland Pony- and all manner of birds- unafraid through evolutions taught lesson of friend or foe- sedate long legs made for- flight or fight he could- take on any man.
happy peacemakers, piece us back together, unity is a precious gem, worth all the tea in China happy peacemakers, keep on believing, we need you now, more than ever
Clear as a bell I caught sight of my image on a wanted poster "way out west" as a former president of the USA claimed, " dead or alive" and in that moment Mankind took a big step backwards to the Old Testament" eye for an eye" and all our faces merged into one on a poster nailed to every telegraph pole the further West we travelled.
blackbird who serenades me to sleep and sings for me to wake hunts silently skipping through the grass a table laid for such a beautiful bird who can sing the socks off and on this man
Bachelor brings up images of a wandering minstrel Spinster visions of spinning yarn I wonder if they shall ever meet and put the yarn and music together
Mr Curlew stutters complaints just outside the window; it will take another curlew to understand its complexity Being Human I can only guess because its outside my window it must be something to do with me
some tongues are forever wagging where it all comes from I do not know and how the universe soaks it up word by word and offsets it all balancing with the silence of space vast sump collecting all the chatter storing and dissipating Earths gossip
blob of mercury flat level with boats sunk up to gunnels mirrored images the colour red into the silver shining shapes of shore buildings upside down half way along running our inlet singular calls pierce the deafness in this morn of a man going insane with sleepless
I have met with a woman who claimed to be a witch a white witch, good witch. But how do you know you are a witch I wondered who told you, "you are a witch" What is the criteria of being a witch?
unappreciated only happens in company live on your own and you will never be disappointed peace resides in the hearts of the single spend time in married company, you will count your blessings more often
the wind blows from the south west she blows strong in steady gusts All the garden bends and bows to her whim and welcome breeze reminds winter waits under her skirts but we are in love just the same
when given over to such easy deception a creature of such small mind impressed or cowed reading by a cover of uniform judging worth what is left for Mankind
My 9 year old Niece tells me she set light to her classmates ( not literally she adds, as if I was too old to understand) Telling them that this uncle of hers has a beard like Santa. We never met until she was 7, owing to the distance we live apart. I am glad she is intelligent enough to get a laugh out her classmates at my beards expense, and hey Santa is not that bad a comparison, I could think of a whole lot worse.
all thousand sheep are sheared bleating to find friends They have a good shepherd who knows his flock Brendan up with the ****- crow and home with the stars
this is a fork in the river where diversity meets sits and smokes a pipe or a cigar or just dreams and here diversity chooses which fork to take and here we embrace in the knowing we met and our meeting was meant and by no means in vain
ferries cancelled, the wind wins today, plays with the sea, while we watch on, banished to our terrestrial wonderings. The wind is a wild jealous playmate.
staying still rotating light into dark and vice versa riding the seamless changeling holding onto nothing solid this fairground ride unstoppable ticket bought and exchanged for the ride of a lifetime no getting off or refunds
I come from a town swallowed by the City Of London expanding to live on an island north of Scotland. 500 or there about share this oasis in the sea. The natural inhabitants call us 'white settlers' and have a fear of being swamped by us incomers -complete paranoia is alive and well. I remind them that they are here due to an accident of their birth whereas I made an effort to get here and made a decision to stay.
I travel too fast to fall in love the head over heels type love of fellow creature And if honest I am already loved and love is my propellant my spaceship autopilot set
I have been befriended by a fragile life a little feathered weight moth no bigger than my smallest finger- nail been flying around me- and landing on me for days now- cannot have much time left- and me unworthy his only friend - it will be down to me to dispose of his lifeless body