Saturday, April 29, 2017

A Balmy Day in July

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On a balmy day in July, I sat outside with a few tins, watching wispy white clouds alter shape, and the afternoon too as, sooner ...
Thursday, April 27, 2017

"Never smile at a crocodile and never give Messi that much space"

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Simile, hyperbole, metaphor, idiom: Ray Hudson should be mandatory on all ‘creative writing’ courses. Messi scored the winner agains...
Tuesday, April 25, 2017

The trees in the moonlight

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The trees in the moonlight are silent, and the trees in the pond are still. If there is malice, it is not here by the pond in ...
Friday, April 21, 2017

An Alternative Interpretation of Megalithic Art

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There's been a lot of water collecting in this blog lately, but before pumping it dry, here's one more interpretation of the megal...
Monday, April 17, 2017

SUMMER ORCHARD EVENING.

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On an evening when apple was eating the worm, tree grating the sun with some clouds, dusty birds; the green cloth was sprea...
Monday, April 10, 2017

Thinking out loud.............faking politicians

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When we tolerate lies from those who lead, don't we cede all rights to principled government, not just for now, but for the foreseeable...

Sure Sight

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I see pearl-like dawn in your face a desolate blue yonder in your irises the wash of slivered moonlight in your smile ...
Saturday, April 8, 2017

Rivers run

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Eternity Rivers run over the land: slivered sky and light, spindly bodies flowing, fish and ripples one, alive. Clamouri...
Monday, April 3, 2017

Looking at the detail

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One of my favourite works of art, Mantegna’s extraordinary ‘Lamentation Over The Dead Christ’, is nearly too familiar. It would be easy...
Thursday, March 30, 2017

The Salmon in the Spring, the Hazel and the Hermit

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The prompt word for this poem was 'source'. Mythology is full of sources, and mythology comes with a plethora of suggestions,  all ...
Monday, March 27, 2017

The Silver River

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 Jacket, shirt and shoes;  his socks and trousers  neat on the bank;  a small crowd watching from the bridge. silver river run...
Wednesday, March 22, 2017

Ominous

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There is a blue box on the hall table. A cube, transparent plastic, maybe three inches high. It capsules twilight, and th...
Thursday, March 16, 2017

Scarecrows.

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We are two scarecrows: rags and string; what the rain softens the wind picks clean. We are two scarecrows: sticks and straw; crow...
Saturday, March 11, 2017

Your Crying

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Your crying: The silver streams Of your eyes, The radiant red cheeks, The choking on words, The gullish. Somehow I thin...
Sunday, March 5, 2017

Bones

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(in response to this week's awful discovery in Tuam) Bones in the soil, broken bones. Bones that sheltered a mind, and a ...