07 Jan Landscapes in Lockdown

Summer 2020 A year we will not forget A year of reinventing oneself a year of cancellations, reflections, with drawing, rewriting life and an opportunity to take time to write.
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22 Jan On A Bright Morning

On a bright morning, when sun is dew drinking, see her make her way along the hedge; plucking hawthorn buds to shake the yellowhammer from its rest; gathering clotted wool that tangles in the spine of blackthorn. She winds the spiders' threads, sends them spinning...

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06 Jun Rock

┬áThere is a pulsing in the deep grain. I lay my cheek to cold abrasion, feel the crystal rub of it, filling my palm, heavy with time.   It takes my warmth, takes flesh from bone. Greedy, it worms inward, carrying a wind that cuts and cries, like a bird soaring   across glaciers, looking...

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18 Feb The Fen Traveller

In the grey light of a fenland winter The scouring wind peels back The peat, blows away Reed fragments, leaves Tumbled sand and silt. The fens drop inch by inch Into the past, falling into fields Poplar belted, where in summer canopies The golden oriole whistled. But now, limbs bare, Trees punctuate tired stubbles, Chess boarded...

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