Black Water (Whixall Moss)

Time for me is immaterial as I lie waiting – a deep hollow of entrapment blackness leaching into my sunless soul a completeness of no reflection. I am totally blind, but I can sense movement – and I wait. Why am I waiting? I wait because I am starved. Starved as the...

The Fabric of my Being

Iridescent green encases my inner jewel of life beginning – unsheathed purple plumule and gold leaf– exposed viable for germination. Strands of molecule threads branching out analysing atmosphere – unemotionally fabric of forest floor – explored for viability of womb....

Entrenched am I in the letters from him…

Entrenched am I in the pain of him of missing him of the fear in him Entrenched am I in the heart of him of anger in him of the change in him Entrenched am I in the depth of him of caring in him of the soul in him Entrenched am I in the unity of him of duty in him of...

Knight to Black Night

Resolute in hardened steel of armour Ended lives with a slice of his sword Fought with valour, fought with pride Learnt to hate the crusading invasion Erstwhile gone, in a warriors time Cried like a babe at what he’d done Turned his back on the Bloody Battle...

Stormy Weather

Open to the Elements Gusty air rips limbs tearing down; exposing life beneath roughened bark Seeking Protection Lee of wall shelters huddled sheep; mass of woolly blobs against the grey Bersham Spoil Tip In storm ridden skies Jackdaws circle; symbolic of discarded men...