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We all enter and leave through doors we never knew and cannot foresee. What we leave in the rooms of our lives in between is what marks us and weighs the balance of how we loved and how much we were loved. Many, many rooms in many, many lives felt the love of this angel.Continue reading “Angel”

I find the sea awe inspiring, frightening and amazing. It puts our small lives into perspective so much more than the vastness of a desert or the magnificence of a mountain. There is something primeval, ethereal and original about it that demands your respect. With each shift and heave,She breathes.Then sighs as she enters andContinue reading “She breathes”

There should not be a moment that passes from which we cannot take time to reflect and find inspiration from all that surrounds, because it will soon be gone from our sight, so enjoy it all while you can. Still, the day is still.The cool, light blue screen of sky offersHope.Morning sun bakes icing cakeContinue reading “Still the day”

Seeing the reflection of the moon on the sea made me think about inverse imagery and reverse concepts (I may have just made that idea up in my mind) and looked at the sight in a different way – what is the moon did rise up out of the sea? Roots, anchored in the PrussianContinue reading “Saline petals”

While looking back over the hordes of photos I have stored on my PC I was struck by how easy we confine memories and experiences to the digital past and, how poignant they can be when you open them up and see faces that have been buried in the shadows of experience – so IContinue reading “Fragments”

In the distance, the permanent close distance,The uniform tempo looms.It booms.The steady, slow, dull, dread, drone of a timpani of tyranny.The throbbing thud of armour-plated hooves on the ground,Heavy and steady,Marching in perfect time.Cloaked in shadows with no weight,They weigh in with punches made of leaden leather memories.Jabs of childhood,Crosses of marriage,Parental uppercuts,Pounding, pounding, pounding.OneContinue reading “Punchbag”

When the dawn light meets the moon sight, In the blink of a Magpie’s eye, The slate grey clouds are warmed, And with no time to stay They quickly wash on by.

    We knew each other like a butterfly knows an ancient tree;You were there all of my life. But now those delicate wings of yellow sleep,In the silence of an ocean deep,And the leaves fall like tears down oak bark cheeks. To be the mother of a song is to gift joy.So, when notesContinue reading “The butterfly and the tree”

Sat on a barrow above the bones of some other’s ancient ancestors, Ourselves, resting, on a cushion of dried ochre pine needles dropped over many years.The late summer sun dissolves over the Sussex downs as it has done since long before we gave them that name.The brilliant light picks out the passing flecks of silhouettedContinue reading “A Sussex sundown”