Raise Your Voice
Blow the Trumpet
Beat the Drum
Sing O Sing
Mountains Forests Rivers and Glade
Let All of Creation unite and Honour Mother Earth
A Brighter Day Dawns
Play the Flute
The Rampant fire of Renewal dissolves Doubts and Fears
Joy Erupts
The Rising Sun enriches the Seeds of Awareness
Love Flourishes
All of Life Dances to Her Rhythms
Harmony Reigns
Into the Forest's deepest Green
Sacred Retreat so serene
Pondering Life all it's woes
My hidden thoughts No one knows
Cut by brambles bruised through falls
I'm tired of building defensive walls
Alone in a muddle Anxiety Tossed
In this moment I'm Feeling Lost
Then in the distance Birdsong I hear
A Call quite quiet but oh so Clear
I follow Her Chirp A Guide is She
Still small voice Sweet Mystery
Blessings She brings on this shortest night
A New Day beckons Abundant Light
In the Garden where We Danced each Spring
Soft Hues etch Daffodils upon the Stones where You Lay
Dancing Chanting
Midnight's Dark
Mystery Magic
Luminous Spark
The Woods Unfold
Softest of Moon
A Fox Barks
Owl Hoots a Tune
Fragrant Aroma
Inviting Hue
Burning Flame
Shades of Blue
Sacred Gathering
Love Resonates
Kindred Spirits
Intuitive Traits
Ancient Voices
Honour The Earth
Abundance Abounds
Renewal and Rebirth
Dancing Chanting
Darkest Night
Mystery Magic
Emerging Light
Upon A Shoreline You wait...
Six Days behind You
Your Impatience not Once reflecting Fear...
Safe Passage Assured
Dawn Glistens on the Surface of the Ocean
The Wind catches Your Breath beckoning You Forward
I Watch Waves Cradle You in Their Care....
This Moment Unfathomable
A Misty Veil Forms
GONE...
I never knew Absence could Be or would Be so Noisy..
Over and Over again Hearing Your Voice
Our Conversations Running on and On...
Becoming more Constant and Louder
Your Absence broadening Daily..
When You Died You knew I would miss You
I had told You
I never imagined though Your Absence would Be like This
Nothing is the same...
At Night I still take the Phone to Bed
Just in case You can Call from wherever You are!
An Idea emerges after a long incubation
Skies Flat Grey
Tree Tops sway to unseasonal North Winds
The Landscape Saturated by Torrential Rain
Crops bare an Uncertain Future bereft of the Sun's warm breath
The Climate seems unsympathetic and Out of Sync to the most Ancient of Rhythms...
Hidden from View She is Rising
Her Path sealed
Light erupts early on this Midsummer Morn
In One Final Magnificent Moment Mystery Unfolds
She reaches Her Zenith
Generosity Joy and Abundance abound
On this Brightest of Days
Summer Solstice June 21st
Swollen Clouds a Stormy shade of Grey Hang Low
Sail Boats Grounded on Mud Flats
Sea Birds playing Hop Skip and Jump
The River Fierce and Resolute still flowing upon Her Enduring Waters
Across The Estuary on the Distant Shore a Soft Blue Hue Mists The Landscape
Leigh On Sea
Low Tide
I have Travelled Far across Darkened Skies
Guided Alone from Long Ago
This Quest costing My All
Wearying Years became more Wearying
Doubt caressed My Dream
The Brightest Light always an Horizon
Echoes of Lost and Forlorn vibrated Louder
Until
I Reached You
Tonight
Where ever you areRejoice Rejoice
Delight in this Hour
Summer Passes
Rejoice Rejoice
Delight ..
Harvest is Gathered
Larders are Full
Feed is Stored
Abundance Prevails
Autumn is Risen...
The Sun rests
Light and Dark
Day and Night
Unite...
Calloused Hands
serve
The Fruits of their Labour
Abundance Prevails
in
This Moment of Thanksgiving..
Autumn Equinox September 23rd
A Turnin
A Turnin
Two Seasons Song
A Turnin
A Turnin
Nights Draw Long
Summer is Passing
Winds a Chill
Fruits a Gathered
Baskets to Fill
Days of Merriment
Nights a Delight
Harvest a Beckons
Autumn in Sight
Lughnasadh is Rising
We do Agree
Brightest a Blessings
To You Blessed Be
Stokey is a Friendly place
Church Street.. trendy I guess
Lots of Shops and Cafes
And one called La Duchesse
Decor has interesting "nick knacks"
Clean Tidy Spacious No Mess
Welcoming Service always
Will greet You at La Duchesse
Visit Alone or with Friends
Just wear Day to Day dress
No need for "airs and graces"
At the classy La Duchesse
The Coffee is Aromatic
A flavour to not suppress
Has a delicate kick that lingers
At Cafe La Duchesse
Salads Quiche and Pastries
Delicacies made with finesse
The Cheese Cake is my favourite
You really must try La Duchesse
I'll Be there late afternoon
May sit outside to de-stress
Always enjoy the Ambiance
Along Church Street at La Duchesse
I found My Walk on Brighton Beach
There was an unusual Quiet along the River Today
No Swash from a Low or High Tide
Just
The Hushed Meandering Flow
and
Swirl of Adverse Currents
On Passage to The Sea
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It came upon Me again when in the Kitchen
A Beckoning like being struck by Vibrations from Ancient Ley Lines ..
An Irresistible Call
From
The River
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Upstream Her Guise is the Stuff of Poets and Romantics..
Boating on Her Serene and Calm Waters..
She though Sprung from Deep within Mother Earth
Bubbling Up to the Surface Untamed and Free
Her Boundaries always in Flux...
Swollen Tides Shifting Sands..
Her Currents Cold and Perilous
Surging Forward.
The River
Her Call an Alluring Impulse
as
She flows to the Sea
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The River called to Me again
Just when The Sun though still High was Sinking
From the City gazing Downstream I Visualized Her Journey
The Many Twists Turns and Obstacles She Encounters
Until Finally Her Powerful Currents are Unleashed in One Final Advance
Through the Estuary
Into The Sea..
Open Water
Infinite Horizons
At such a time as This
I light a Candle
For
Victims
of
Wars..
Of
All Wars..
The Stench
of
Death and Dying
Indiscriminate Killing still Lingers
in
The so called Theatre of War
War though is no Afternoon Matinee
At such a time as This
I light a Candle
for
All Unknown Soldiers
and
"The Missing"
Their Anonymity
and
Absence
still
Leave Families struggling
for
Closure
For those
who
Survive The Insanity
Horror
and
Desolation
of
War
I light a Candle
Their Wounds
Life Changing
Invisible
often
Borne Alone
For Some
Whole Generations
know
Nothing other than War
Grief becomes as Familiar
as
Breathing
Tomorrow
A Constant Uncertainty
For People called Refugees....
Displaced
Sometimes Demonised
in
Their Quest
for
Sanctuary and Safety
I Light a Candle...
Loss becomes A Way of Life
At such a time as this
I light a Candle
War is Unmitigated Violence
towards
All of Life
Scorching The Land
Rupturing Natural Rhythms
Mother Earth is Already in Crisis
At such a Time as Now
I Light a Candle
There are Other Ways
to
Resolve Fear
Difference
Division
A Shifting Balance of Power...
War steals Lives..
Goodies
Baddies
Them
Us...
It is a Primitive response
to
A Moral Dilemma
An easy option
War can never be "Just"
It is always
Will only ever be
Just a War
Another War....
and so it goes
Cocktail for Chaos
Ego Delusion Power
New Reality
...............................................................
The Autocrats Pen
Signing away Liberty
Unrestrained Power
...........................................................
Something is Stirring
Whirlpool of Angst in My Gut
Equity's Demise
................................................................
Relentless Sorrow
Rivers of Grief Drown My Day
War's Merciless Tide
..........................................................
Monstrous Violence
The Killing Fields of Gaza
Sorrows Disbelief
...........................................................
Fifty Thousand Dead
A Proportionate Response?
Gaza Genocide
..................................................................
Showing Their Muscle
Championing Their Sabres
Machismo of War
............................................................
Point and Counter Point
Politics Pretext Power
Rhetoric of War
..............................................................
Humanities Shame
Life becomes Expendable
Goodies Baddies
WAR
The Gentle Strokes
upon
Piano Keys
Well worth waiting for
Moments of Comfort and Bliss
A Summer Evening
.....................................................
Gone Feels Far Away
Your Absence Always My Loss
Remembering You
..............................................................
Remembering You
Flowers Floating South with Tide
Seaside Ritual
..................................................................
Had to get Away
City Living needs short Breaks
Off to see The Sea
..............................................
The thing about Life
Though it is not a Repeat
We Know The Ending
....................................................................................
Honouring The Earth
Integrity of The Land
Wiccan Heitage
......................................................................................
I still feel Your Touch
So Hot Upon My Body
Cheeky Mosquito
.................................................................................
It is not my fault
He charmed me
bout
My Cheekbones
Super Short Haircut
.......................................................................
Always Conflicted
Who Why When and What to Tell
Sharing My Stories
........................................................................
Still Holds a Magic
Seeing each time from a Train
Wembley Stadium
.............................................................................
Magic Memories
Singing Carols Christmas Eve
Snow begins to fall
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Always a Puzzle
Looking at My Old Photos
How did I get here.
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So much Grief about
Uncertainty Grips Many
Sending Healing Thoughts
...................................................................
Teller of Past Lives
Seer of what is to come
Listening to Trees
.................................................................
News
is
Alarming
Switched Telly Off
for
A Break
Dancing
with
Fae Folk
.................................................................
A Yearning Rises
Anticipating Autumn
Summer Turns The Wheel
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Let Us Celebrate
The Turning of The Season
Time of Abundance
.....................................................................
Season a Turning
Natural Rhythms bring Change
A New Beginning
Out from Earths Dark Womb
She Gushes Up into Light
The River is Born
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Good Here isn't it
Was His Favourite Saying
Remembering Dad
#FathersDay2021
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Our Love
A Journey
Never Lost in Each Other
Always Learning More
....................................................................
Dawn is so Quiet
I miss Your sweet Melodies
Blackbird where are You
.......................................................
Desperate Broken
Pawned all I had left of Us
A Gold Wedding Ring
............................................................................
Grey Skies Wind Rain Chills
All very familiar
An English Summer
.......................................................................................
Always Affirming
"I Know You are Trying Ducks"
Mum's Constant Support
................................................................................
I miss phoning You
Sharing of Life's little Joys
Still mourning My Mum
............................................................................
See You in a Field
Wonder what Your Day is like
The Life of a Horse
Well worth waiting for
Moments of Comfort and Bliss
A Summer Evening
......................................................................
Scanning Life's Moments
Regrets
Yes
I have a few
Pensive start to Day
.....................................
Transformative Walk
Avebury
Silbury Hill
Treading Sacred Trails
................................................................................
Honouring The Earth
Integrity of The Land
Wiccan Heritage
.........................................................................
Wiccan Heritage
Imaging Spacious Green Fields
The Uncluttered Land
.....................................................................
Writing Poetry
Conjouring Imagery
Wordless Beginnings
......................................................................
You Spread Joy each Day
Barista Serving Coffee
Lovely Smiling Eyes
........................................................................
He looked so content
Sitting Outside a Cafe
Smoking Wooden Pipe
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A Wearied Moment
All these Medical Concerns
On being Older
#NHSThankYou
I searched for meaning
Was Just Magical
Morning Ritual
A Flat White and A Cheese Scone
Worth getting up for
....................................................
Life
Do not get it
Fried Haddock and Mushy Peas
Aha
Now I do
........................................................
She removed Her Ring
A last poignant ritual
Preparing to Die
#haiku
#bereavement
#lettinggo
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An added bonus
A gorgeous Autumn evening
The whiff of Wood Smoke
.................................................................................................
Uncluttered Wonder
Poetic Mysterious
Language of the Stones
Here
in
The GardenWhen The Sun goes down
and
Night Time adorns The Skies
The Moon Blows a Kiss
.............................................
Sometimes Not Easy
Body Changes
No Consent
Becoming Older
............................................
Morning Stroll in Park
My Senses Dance in Delight
Fragrance of Cowsnip
................................................
Prunes and Thick Custard
For Dessert
Sunday Dinner
Memories of Mum
..............................................
Said Bye Bye Again
Your Coat Dress Shoes
Hat and Gloves
To Charity Shop
......................................................................
Loveliness
led
Home
A Fragrance
I Remember
Our
Very First
Kiss
Awake 3.55am...
A Liminal Hour
when
The Veil
is
Thinned
In the Garden...
I commune
with
Stillness
Listening to Silence...
I hear
The Pulsating Rhythm
of
Life
Oh The Bliss
of
Being Alive
The Journey
into
The Dark
I Know about This
Did not see it coming
Crept up
from
Behind..
Anxiety got a Hold
and
Swept Me away
to
The Slippery Slopes
above
Oblivion...
A Slow Slide ensued..
I had
stepped
Outside
of
My Life
unsure
I Wanted
to
Return
Were I too
would
It Be
back
Into what was
If not
Then What...
My Dark Night
of
The Soul
Here I learned
Falling into the Dark
was
A Long Night
like
Winter Solstice
When Light is Rekindled
and
Spring is Born
Don't tell me
I am Too Angry
&I had to go on That Day
in
Low
Winters'
Long Dark Nights
Recede
Fallen Leaves
Erode Deep
into
The Earth
Seeds
Awakened
by
Longer Days
Rise
Warming Temperatures
Quicken
Their Climb..
Through
The Debris
of
Yesterday
Pink
White
and
Purple Buds
Hasten
towards
Bloom..
The Land Breathes
She Sits
Alone
in
A Corner
of
There is Something
about
The Moon..
She Captivates
My Attention
Lifts Me
Outside of Myself
Holding Me
in
Her Arms
Together
We Soar
across
Darkened Skies
Her Glow
A Light
along
The Way
Breathless
I Am Returned
Infused
with
Celestial Bliss
From A Distance
I send Her
My Love
She
Smiles
and
Blows a Kiss
I have Tasted
The Bitter Waters
of
Discrimination
Felt
it's
Razors Edge
along
My Skin
Heard
The Verbiage
of
Ignorance.
Known
The Objectification
of
Being Targeted...
Through
Restless Nights
and
Wearying Days
I Learned Late
and
The Hard Way
Authenticity
is
Not Sold
in
A Bargain Basement
Autumn
Mid Season...
Deep Red of Cranberry
Orange Brown of Gingko
Purple Blue of Plum..
An Exquisite Expression
of
Design
Colour..
and
Synchronicity
Leaves Falling
into
The Earth
Nourishing
Embedded Roots
from
Whence They came...
The Circle of Life
Sustaining and Plentiful
There has always been Tyranny
When Repression has it's way
Like the time of The Burnings
When Religion stole each Day
A Witchfinder roamed free
Women were brutally killed
Villages were purged from sin
God's will was at last fulfilled....
In a tiny Wiltshire Hamlet
Known then as Midhurst Vale
Locals came to regret their deeds
When gathered at Pikes Swale
A Soldiers Widow named Sophie
Was one of the Women scorned
A Curse will follow this Village
From the flames she loudly warned
Sophie had a young Daughter
Now rejected by all in the fold
Devils own they called Her
A Child barely one year old
A sealed box they cast Her
In the swale by the stream
The noise of running water
Would drown a child's scream
She bear the mark of Evil
A red spot upon Her head
Little Annie was Innocent
But would very soon be dead
One decade and a half later
Upon a Midsummers morn
Just as the Sun was rising
A harrowing legend was borne
Early risers had gathered
To celebrate the Year
Twas then they first spotted
A figure that incited fear
A Lone hare with red eyes
As black as black can be
Stood upon a tiny mount
As menacing as any Banshee
The creature exuded Horror
With it's piercing focused glare
Twas the Devil they All imagined
Fire beamed from it's stare
Fear engulfed the Villagers
Fleet of foot they fled
Back to the safety of their Homes
To hide under their Bed
In Midhurst Vale on Swales Mount
A Fair Maiden cried at Dawn
Remembering her mother Sophie
A Loss she would forever mourn...
Midhurst Vale was never the same
Their wrongs they wanted to right
Sheltering Strangers and Homeless
The Black Hare was a conduit of light
Should You wander Wiltshire Trails
Be sure at Pikes Swale Ye stop
Cos even today upon its mount
A Black Hare may sit atop
Out
along
Oxford Street
In a Shop window
She Dances
Blooms
Purple BlueNo Cards
Chocolates
or
Flowers
This Year...
It has been so Long
Since
We spent all Morning
Playing
Laughing
Romping
upon
The Warm Heat
from
The Waterbed
Since
We have Talked
Whispering
to
Each other
of
Our Forever Love....
Curious
how
Intimacy
can
Become so Distant
Our Deathly Silence
so
Unending
Walking fields from Avebury Stones
I followed an Ancient Trail
Knowing this is Hallowed Land
With a portal through the Veil
Journey's end not far now
Excitement turns to thrill
I crossed a Tiny Footbridge
Then spied Ole Silbury Hill
Mystery Magic
Touched My Day
Her Imprint
I dare not convey
Thousands of Metres
above
The Tree Line
where
Unexplored Himalayan Trails
line
Majestic Peaks
A Lone Figure
trudges
Deep
across
Snow Bound Plains
Their Footprint
sustaining
An Age Old Legend
Yeti
May
They walk
in
Peace
In the Morning
at
First light
In the Evening
on
This Special Night
In the Shadows
whether
Feint or Bold
Asleep or Awake
where
Dreams Unfold..
The Veil is Thinned
Our Ancestors Speak
In Joyous Reunions
Griefs Mystique
Over There
or
Over Here
Life Endures
Do Not Fear
Samhain's Bridge
is
For All
Loves Bond
A Tender Call
Some say She is a Phantom
Extinct from long ago
Others tell of Sightings
When ere the Sun is low
Through magic portals She gallops
Unmatched in stride and speed
It's Clear to all who see Her
She is no common steed
Lightening White
Golden Horn
Maddie
The Last Unicorn
It begins
I Awaken
with
Long Forgotten
Thoughts
of
You
Your Presence
Invoking
Waterfalls
of
Grief
For what might have been
Bedtime
Almost Asleep............
A Lullaby
Sweetly Sung
Softly
Holds My Attention
The Robin
Her Song
Soothing....
The End
of
A Long Day
Out
in
Fields
around
Avebury
Following
Foot Prints
of
History
Ancient Tales
pervade
The Air...
People
Navigating
The Rhythms
of
Life
Death
and
Renewal....
The Land
The Sun
and
Moon...
Honouring Mystery..
Stone Circles
Silbury Hill..
West Kennet Long Barrow..
A Community's
Sacred Memoir
Off well trodden Tracks
in
Fields Afar...
Surrounded
by
Wide Open Space
The Sky
Clouds
Sun & Wind
Companions
Each Moment
Each Step
brings
A Surprise ..
Soaring Overhead
Black Birds Caw
Their Presence
is
Enchanting
There is Magic
in
This Landscape...
I am
No where
really
No Where
but
Here
I stood
upon
TiptoesThe Warm Sun is Rising
Down at Faery Glade
All the birds are Tweeting
An Inviting Serenade
The Squirrels are excited
Rabbits play with Glee
Foxes Yap Bees Buzz
In allied Harmony
Beltaine Fires are Burning
For this very special Fayre
Two Seasons are Embracing
There is magic in the Air
Harvest Seeds are sewn
Sorrows and Cares Fade
Merriment emerges
Down by Faery Glade
Kim Jong stacks His Missiles
Xi cruises Taiwan Bay
Saudi's silence Khashoggi
Myanmar force Rohingya away
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Netanyahu sells His Soul
Autocrats rise like The Sun
Putin talks of World War 3
Trump still says I Won
US still has Guantanamo
Ukraine fights for stolen lands
UK tries to Stop The Boats
Fear of Other expands
Who is the Enemy
Depends on point of view
People are expendable
Could Be Me or You
Balance of Power has shifted
Global Order is in disarray
Countries build more fences
New Alliances form each day
Fake News fills Social Media
Conspiracies Division rife
Integrity seems Anathema
In much of Political Life
Climate Change is Happening
Humanity is Stressed
The Challenge of OUR Times
North South East and West
All of Life is On Remand
Mother Earth at the Brink
We're in an Age of Extinction
Careful now "Don't Blink"
m
Grief Consoles
The Empty Spaces
of
Absence..
The Dark Night
So Long
Lingers
as if
Yesterday..
Cradled
in
Her Care
She Hums
A Calming Melody
Enchanting
like
The Sush of The Sea..
Grief Consoles
Absence Empty Spaces
Soothing Sorrows
Constant Lament
Her Affirmation
A Gift
from
Loves Abounding Legacy
Blue Blue
All shades of Blue
Distant Horizon
Soft Hazy Hue
Quiet splash
Crystal Tipped Waves
Sun glistens
Wind behaves
Saturday Morning
Sandwich and Tea
Simple delight
A walk by the Sea
The end
of
A Gruelling Journey
is
In Sight
beyond
Crashing Waves...
Hauling the Dinghy
across
Wet Sand
in
Absolute Darkness
demands
Tunnel Vision
Ahead
just
21 miles
of
Ocean..
21 miles
in
The Cold
upon
Perilous Currents ..
A Distant Voice
shouts
If You Drown
Don't Blame Me
All know the Risks
There
is
No Turning Back
Death
becomes
Just another Trafficker
21 miles!
A Desperate Last Gasp
for
Life
