My Poetry
This section features some of the fifty or more poems I have written to accompany my images, to purchase a poetry card or a copy of any of the poems, please use the contact form to contact me.
I am planning to have a third booklet published this year..watch this space!
I am planning to have a third booklet published this year..watch this space!
Vixen Tor Dartmoor
The deep green days of summer are gone -
A warm memory etched in frost on my window
Winter weaves her frost edged heart around us
As we gather closer
Our pale memories sing quietly
Across acorn threaded fields
As the kestrel hovers in the wayward winter sky
My heart glows gently in the earth below.
(Dec 2010)
Widemouth Bay Cornwall 30/12/2010
Surfers like seals dot the ocean
Out in this swell, the salt laden pull
Anchors me in the wide bay
As the sand smooth as silk
Trails the briny tide.
I look back against the sun sparkled shore
As the footprints of my truth follow me
As I stand watching the waves break
And fall, their grey veined song echoes through me
And I feel complete now here at this
Otherworldy edge, the bold striped pebbles
Sit at my feet as unspoken words
More truths as yet to be undiscovered
Green dancing journeys stretch out amongst the waves
And this solitary happiness resounds silently across the Bay.
Winter
I realise that I love this winter
And it is now
Suddenly, the trees show their gentle branches
To the world, silver white against
The broad sky
The birds sing their shrill prayers
By day and the owl murmur their own words
At night to the silver moon
And there we are hunched, buried in this rich earth
Nestled against deep leaved memories
Im happy this year to curl up and wait this time
Until the silver chuckle of Spring appears again
Over the ripening hills
To spread her dulcit wings
Then she'll brush our cheeks
And wake us from this quiet earth
Ill see you on that green hillside.
7/12/11
Fourwinds
Went up to Fourwinds today
Those that know Dartmoor know it
There's a stone row that stretches back through time
And whispers to the Devon sea
I stood by the tree
That the schoolchildren planted there
One hundred years ago
For their granite blown Christmas tree
The schools gone, the tree still stands
You can hear the children's voices sometimes
When they slip through the icy blast of time
There, and echo off the tors.
I looked up
And saw the sap run down the trunk
Tell me I said one word
For this new year
One word;
Then the moorwind blew my mind free
Belong
It said you know you do
I smiled
Your right I said,
I knew all along
Then the rain came wonderful autumn
Rain, and the grey shadows fell to my feet
Like the drops and I ran to the car
My head full of children's silver singing.
(Nov 2011)
Window at Swincombe Dartmoor
Eyes closed the wind and rain swirls about me,
My small boat caught in these rolling waves
Slow grey waved years have brought me aground here.
I open my eyes and the forest green path hangs before me,
It’s detail etched as tender pencil strokes in the air.
The clouds of doubt part and I realise I have waited for this moment.
The green pencilled hills and fields stretch open handed back to me now,
The window of my heart opens and
Sweet time blossomed air blows gently in.
( November 2009)
BLACK A TOR COPSE
I walked for miles to find you,
That January day,
Hidden in the valley you stood,
Waiting for me in your silence.
Your branches, knowledge-gnarled and twisted.
What have you seen, here all alone?
Centuries must have passed like clouds overhead.
A mist came down-
Suddenly you beckon me in
The mossy boulders of you fade and blur….
May you stand forever quiet and watchful
FINGLE BRIDGE DEVON
That moment flows its way back to me
Over your green leaved memory,
That instant, when I knelt
Caught your mossy boulders, your flow,
your weave,
The leaves on the trees stand out still, every one,
Their late summer flame fading into me.
The flow of you ran through me,
Delight told me what to do,
Never before had I caught such a moment of wild beauty.
Held timeless in my hand,
The heart songs of you - flow, bubble and murmur,
That instant in both our lives,
Lives with me still.
The sweet song of you reaches me through the green blur of years.
The deep green days of summer are gone -
A warm memory etched in frost on my window
Winter weaves her frost edged heart around us
As we gather closer
Our pale memories sing quietly
Across acorn threaded fields
As the kestrel hovers in the wayward winter sky
My heart glows gently in the earth below.
(Dec 2010)
Widemouth Bay Cornwall 30/12/2010
Surfers like seals dot the ocean
Out in this swell, the salt laden pull
Anchors me in the wide bay
As the sand smooth as silk
Trails the briny tide.
I look back against the sun sparkled shore
As the footprints of my truth follow me
As I stand watching the waves break
And fall, their grey veined song echoes through me
And I feel complete now here at this
Otherworldy edge, the bold striped pebbles
Sit at my feet as unspoken words
More truths as yet to be undiscovered
Green dancing journeys stretch out amongst the waves
And this solitary happiness resounds silently across the Bay.
Winter
I realise that I love this winter
And it is now
Suddenly, the trees show their gentle branches
To the world, silver white against
The broad sky
The birds sing their shrill prayers
By day and the owl murmur their own words
At night to the silver moon
And there we are hunched, buried in this rich earth
Nestled against deep leaved memories
Im happy this year to curl up and wait this time
Until the silver chuckle of Spring appears again
Over the ripening hills
To spread her dulcit wings
Then she'll brush our cheeks
And wake us from this quiet earth
Ill see you on that green hillside.
7/12/11
Fourwinds
Went up to Fourwinds today
Those that know Dartmoor know it
There's a stone row that stretches back through time
And whispers to the Devon sea
I stood by the tree
That the schoolchildren planted there
One hundred years ago
For their granite blown Christmas tree
The schools gone, the tree still stands
You can hear the children's voices sometimes
When they slip through the icy blast of time
There, and echo off the tors.
I looked up
And saw the sap run down the trunk
Tell me I said one word
For this new year
One word;
Then the moorwind blew my mind free
Belong
It said you know you do
I smiled
Your right I said,
I knew all along
Then the rain came wonderful autumn
Rain, and the grey shadows fell to my feet
Like the drops and I ran to the car
My head full of children's silver singing.
(Nov 2011)
Window at Swincombe Dartmoor
Eyes closed the wind and rain swirls about me,
My small boat caught in these rolling waves
Slow grey waved years have brought me aground here.
I open my eyes and the forest green path hangs before me,
It’s detail etched as tender pencil strokes in the air.
The clouds of doubt part and I realise I have waited for this moment.
The green pencilled hills and fields stretch open handed back to me now,
The window of my heart opens and
Sweet time blossomed air blows gently in.
( November 2009)
BLACK A TOR COPSE
I walked for miles to find you,
That January day,
Hidden in the valley you stood,
Waiting for me in your silence.
Your branches, knowledge-gnarled and twisted.
What have you seen, here all alone?
Centuries must have passed like clouds overhead.
A mist came down-
Suddenly you beckon me in
The mossy boulders of you fade and blur….
May you stand forever quiet and watchful
FINGLE BRIDGE DEVON
That moment flows its way back to me
Over your green leaved memory,
That instant, when I knelt
Caught your mossy boulders, your flow,
your weave,
The leaves on the trees stand out still, every one,
Their late summer flame fading into me.
The flow of you ran through me,
Delight told me what to do,
Never before had I caught such a moment of wild beauty.
Held timeless in my hand,
The heart songs of you - flow, bubble and murmur,
That instant in both our lives,
Lives with me still.
The sweet song of you reaches me through the green blur of years.