For me, there is a sense of excitement and anticipation when I rise early. I love to catch the beginning of dawn, particularly in the Spring. The dawn chorus in Spring is one of the most incredible sounds of nature.
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Getting over creative blocks
There are a couple of little phrases that at times I’ve found so helpful – one is to “Keep the pen moving”
I’m doing Nanowrimo! Are you?
I’ve decided to sign up to the National ‘Write a Novel in a Month’, or NaNoWriMo as it is also called.
Wild Geese
Dawn light, weighted by winter
Sheens as a seal pelt
on the old town cobbles.
Nasturtiums
They arrive late
in October sunlight
Sharp edging the air
Flat umbrellas
Filigree lace
Poem | Five Hours
Five Hours
…is a morning’s work
with its tussles and chatterings
as starlings in gardens in a city in peace time
Where crossing the road in leather-soled shoes
is smooth as an in-breath
And war a…
Where the Sea finds the Sky
The creek bares its belly on this waning of tide
Voluminous mounds hewing sheens in the sunlight
Ponderous in waiting for the renewing of time.
Poem | March
March Spring sinews the morning – Crackles the dawn – Seeps through my blanket thoughts To my wool wrapped bones.…
Extract | The Flight
The Flight You haven’t booked the flight to go back Alistair. She’s waiting to hear from you and you know…
Poem | Haiku
There’s a white snowdrop Porcelain purse in sunshine Holding Spring’s herald
