As now published in our August/September Peninsula Papers. Bracken Cat is quite a local character: he must have been born…
KINDS OF HEART31stJuly 2020 On noticing this stone upon the shoreI thought, A shallow heart;But how did your mind first-word…
Original idea: Marloes Sands, Saturday 25th JulyA sad story, I’m afraid; but I can’t do anything about the words which…
The other day I was mowing under my apple trees. Some are seedlings grown from pips, thus they are unique…
Marloes Sands, morning, 19th July 2020 This is, for some, for all their lives, The Beckoning Edge:The meeting place where…
20th July 2020 Will we, in future years,Be calling this The Rainbow Summer?The Rainbow Summer, because of how that many-coloured…
14th July 2020 Truth me the wonder of thistles,Symphony music of bees;Agree the perfection of new-thrusting bracken,Bramble blossom, and storm-shapen…
THE MOON OF COBALT DAY11th July 2020 I had not come down for it;But just now I found myselfIn sun-skinned…
URGENT MORNING FEET11th July 2020 Urgent morning feet, sandal-gritting seawards:Pineapple-weed-sweetened stridesThrough grass dews clustering bright as new-hot stars,Spectrum-flashing to intrigue…
As time tucks the weary sun seaward down,I walk out to dusk my well-frowned daytime concerns,Letting the late light reason…