Birds aren’t racist, but…

Their cries echo in the dusk of evensongthey arrived from the land where Wallacedrew his line.They came here to steal the space of othersplace their eggs there, and they are hatedas though they were brown skinned.Try telling them that you are from here,and they won’t believe you. “But you look so…”Remember the names of scorn and…

To a church, on the hill.

Somewhere there is a church on a hill, at the edge of more forest. It sits in the gaze of the Schneeberg, the snow mountain that is the first (or last) great thrust into the sky marking the Alps. There is a market village running below the hill, and the stalls those semi permanent wooden…

the endless river

Water will flowin the spaces we walked in our youthbefore we met I still knew you. The snow flows to the eastto the endless river.Under the embers of the bridges into a world of small lightsrailway lines and fir trees. This undying stream behind a mansleeping in a maize fieldlike Pan. Here is a God…

Manly Ferry

Dolphins rise and fall in sequence,across the powder sapphire blue of the harbourthe gloss of their wet skin all highlightsas though drenched in olive oilArrive at the wharf and walk along the beachand try not to stare or state the obviousAbout the way the girls lined up on the sandmake us feel, the sheen of…

Eremocine

A recollection of a swarm of moths when I was a child. I will never see them in such number again, thanks to the destruction of the natural world. We live in the age of the Erecomine, the age of loneliness coined by E.O. Wilson.

The Thief of Titles

I stole the title to this blog from the wonderful Clive James – the 5th volume of his memoirs The Blaze of Obscurity‘- it was  as wonderful as the preceding 4 books were. He never shies away from revealing uncomfortable revelations about himself – to a point, and I suppose I realised that my own…

Frustrated Mantra

Trim the hedge – pull the weeds from its centre I will choose what grows here. The vibration of the hedge trimmer makes me nauseated but I want to exert control Don’t judge me, Trim the hedges every fortnight. Pull the weeds from the centre. The fertiliser burns the lawn – ugly, ugly, ugly! Trim…

Turret

I saw the turret of the little house first when I was 14. Snow lay heavy on the ground though it was only November – it was to be the coldest and snowiest winter in Europe in many years. I took it to be a normal indication of weather there – though I was to…

Soft Prayer

Let me walk between the heat of the field and the depth of the woods, Guide me to the places where food may be found. Let me see the pebbles, the leaves, the clouds as my family, until my family arrives. To you, God of the forest and the mountain, Lord of the desert and…

Well /Cave

The only way that the birds will cease Their endless singing for the dawn Is when the forest shall release the final trace of night unborn And though the earth is turned by feet of all the creatures God has wrought a hidden place will never greet the touch of Helios as sought by that…

Little Pond

Upon the hill it sleeps all winter awakens with the coming of the new growth Green skies say farewell to blue and the world stretches, awakens and cries rivulets. that repoach us all with a litany of sins “You thought you could fight mortality in your grey suits, your black saloon cars, your emails and…

Dreams of Emeralds

“If you don’t know the exact moment when the lights will go out, you might as well read until they do.”
Clive James

Satire or Robots?

If a post mocking the monetisation of blogging falls flat and no one is there to hear it, does the irony make an impression? Dedicated to the 3 new followers who do not read more than the title

Tree

I cut down a tree dead and diseased. Broke the chainsaw in the end. So much light has arrived and I will plant and tend a new orchard, to hang heavy with fruit Sometime after I die.