The Spilling

Just when I’ve learnt to read the landscape carefully: the flight of birds and growth of plants, the arrangement of furrowed fields and coppiced hedges; now that I’ve mastered its punctuation with quiet glee: the question mark of church, comma of farmhouse, full stop of village and parentheses of trees; nature spills her evening ink […]

Hints of Sepia – My Great Grandfather

The sepia of the creased photo hints at breath of ale and sweet tobacco that clung to pipes lined up in a rack. It echoes with the tock of a mantel clock and the faster tick of a watch tethered to his pocket by a brass chain. His moustache, waxed and sharp, would prickle your […]

After April

After April rain that’s washed into May, sun illuminates the sparkling garden embroidered with a foam of daisies and brassy dandelion buttons. I find one last withered snowdrop, a survivor from the yellow flood, breathe air encouraging and fresh with growth while I stop and listen to a chiffchaff chuckling a tune, a song that […]

Play for Me

Backlit by counterpoints of sunlight, your face a harmony of shadows, fingers merge with black and white, release major chords of red and yellow, and mournful minors, grey and blue. They shift between darkness of minus and lightness of plus, shades of you  and me, until a sunbeam, dotted with motes of a melody, breaks […]

April Morning

The morning’s dust-tongued with short-lived frost and seabirds moon-blown from the coast compete with bell-voiced wood pigeons. These early muffle-toed strolls are full of promise: spring winds roar in a leaf-foamed coppice and all the quiet moments in between, while hare-heeled boots touch damp earth with a kiss. No dark-vowelled dreams could have predicted this […]