Matthew

Poet, musician, lover of nature and wild places.

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2024-09-17 08:50:44

Racing away
Like time,
Careering round blind bends
On my own side of the road
Travelling
Going nowhere
And anywhere
All at once.
Scented air
Fig and fennel
Orange blossom and thyme
Up to the stone city
Blistering in the heat
Ancient atmposphere
Alive with shimmering
Eagles and Ravens
Soar in spirals
And the island awaits
Like a beautiful promise
So hard to reach
But utterly present.
#poetry

2024-09-01 10:04:14

September
And the sky is low
And a strengthening breeze
comes in from the east
Pipits are with me
In a noisy crowd
And crows in their hordes
Darken the fields
And paint the air black
With raucous calls
The switch is flipped
And autumn is upon us
A single Swan
High up
and southwards-moving
Graceful and lovely
Her song is her flight
As feathers strum the air
With a rushing hum
Soft murmuring in my ear
Calling me down
To the amber woods
#poetry

2024-08-29 10:00:14

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@npub1jr0…8jk9 I meant I'm.
I like In.
😊

2024-08-29 08:38:46

The hole in my heart
Is the shape of a skylark
And I will fill it
With song.
Im dealing with absence
Knowing all along
That what is missing
Has not gone
He is just a visitor
He does not belong here
And all soon will be well
The swallows will return
And the Curlews
will sing their lovely song to me
Again.
Listen carefully,
Still there,
Your beautiful music
haunts my memory
Feeling your presence
Makes my heart sing
#poetry

2024-08-28 10:55:40

Ah the Swallows.
Youre still here
Keeping tight hold
to the threads of the summer
As the sun moves southerly.
I'm the child in a market
Holding on
Never let go of the summer.
If I loosen my grip
And turned to look
To some golden autumn beauty
You'll be gone.
Your daisies are bright today
And I feel your presence
Like the hawk,
High in a layered sky
White and silver
Fading to grey
And there, behind it all
Is blue.
#poetry

2024-08-27 08:23:55

Today my head
Is full of music
Just a phrase
A beautiful question
Again and again
How did you sleep
My love?
It drowns out
all other questions.
I'll stick to the road today
My tyres too thin
For the rough and tumble
And I just want to listen
To the question.
How beautiful are the goldfinches
As they decorate the thistles
With glittering whispers
And gold, softly
On the prickles.
#poetry

2024-08-25 10:47:59

A sepia Sunday
And I'm looking back
At summer fading gently
Into brown.
A cool south-westerly
Sets the lake a'shimmer
And the crows are shining
On the naked Ash
Oh now I can see
The way I've taken
Out of a milky sun
And my winding path
Shines at me
Smiling
Winding its way
Brighter where I had to stop
Always wandering
But following me
All the way to now
Where ticking wrens
Sing glowing songs
To the bright red Rowan tree.
#poetry

2024-08-24 09:21:05

Round and slowly
Round and round
The buzzard sketches circles
In a tall grey sky
No sun today
Just a milky pool
Hovering,
shining softly
After the storm
Other-worldly
Trees skittled over
On the edge of the wood
Full leaved
and vulnerable
To the wild breath of air
All of that passion, spent
And now we can see
What goes on
beneath the surface
How fragile we all are.
#poetry

2024-08-20 08:46:02

It is only a small thing
It probably doesn't matter
Too much, not really.
I suppose at least it means
That I know you were there.
Once I saw you
In the light of a blue moon
Dancing in the heather
And then again
Perhaps I didn't.
Maybe it wasn't you
Maybe it wasn't blue.
Then, perhaps I saw you
With another
Full of joy
Almost smiling
your almost smile
And here you are,
and there we were,
Wild and free and fair
I will follow your joy
Everywhere.
#poetry

2024-08-19 08:14:07

Still and quiet
Swallows sail
Around a silver sun
I can feel their excitement
At the new morning
Towers of dock
The colour of old iron
Tired grey thistles
Gold in their tinkling
Baubled with finches
Tumbling thistledown
Drifting in clouds
Free now, to go
Let the soft air
Go where it will
And fly.
#poetry

2024-08-18 09:06:02

The top field was mowed
A month ago
And then it was
A wasteland
Now deep green
An arena
A place where legends
Stand to face their demons
A place of dancing hares
And golden treasure.
These walls were built
By gnarly, knowing hands
With gritty nails
And bruised knuckles.
You face the morning
And I face the evening
We will meet in the midday sun.
We clear away the stones
And, placing them with care
Divide the world.
#poetry

2024-08-17 09:39:16

The forecast is fair
But I'm on the edge of a soaking
Grey skies, heavy air
But I feel strong
Powerful
Lit the gold
Of goldenrod and gorse,
And boistrous Swallows
Lead me up
To higher ground
Where the sun shines
Silver through the cloud
A Kestrel pair
Dare dark Ravens
With skillful flight
And wild abandon
And everyone is dancing
Making music
Even the moor
Dressed in purple heather
Is humming.
#poetry

2024-08-16 08:09:21

Oh, the peace
And the light
and the mystery of it all
Dappled blue sky
And a silver sun
Shines through a silver mist
Dewdropped cobwebs
Tinsel around tall cypress trees
Wrapped round thistle prickles
Fine threads
Wave gently in a soft breeze
Hardly a sound.
Swallows stitch time
With eager dances
Through the gate and round.
A roe deer and a wily fox
And an all-seeing owl
Wait for space
To disappear
I turn my back
Then they are gone.
#poetry

2024-08-15 08:22:47

A grey, windy day
Low blows the breeze
It hums through the wires
Its soft music
Hushes the trees
And the darkening leaves
Rustle and hiss.
The steepening road
Stretches out
Its endless furrow.
A single magpie
Hints at azure above the grey
And as I look
I see at last the beauty
A painterly sky
Washed over the heavens
To the east
Gold and rose
Pink and lilac
All lit by a silver sun
My peace and my rest
#poetry

2024-08-14 15:15:32

A beautiful day
Walked across the golden carpet
Into a clear blue sky
And all the way
Ravens flew with us
Singing
In their softest tones
Butterflies,
Brave and fragile
Leaving their thistles behind
And fluttering
Like an idea
I couldn't quite get a hold of
But which I know in my heart
Is beautiful.
How beautiful
To find our way
To the breathy top
And stop
To see the whole world
With a new advantage
And spend a minute
In the company of silent stone
To watch the swallows flying
#poetry

2024-08-13 10:38:39

Daisy days
And gathering swallows
The wires sway
With chatter
And fluttering
weightlessness
Geese are gathering too
And for a moment
The north goes dark
with their great number
A young Kestrel
Over the top field, calling
The world is against him
And wants him to fail
Learning from a beautiful teacher
How to hold still
And dare to stay focussed
In a bright silver sky
#poetry

2024-08-12 15:11:45

A grey day
Soft and heavy
The air is thick
Like treacle
And it's raining
But the rain is cool
And it tastes sweet
I can hear music
Goldfinches tinkle
On bearded thistles
And the soft South wind
Has raised the raucous rooks
The road is shining
Where it meets the sky
Grey sky breaks
To welcome a silver sun
And the light of morning
Shines around me
All the birds are singing
And what I thought was going to be dull
Is, in fact, truly, truly beautiful.
#poetry

2024-08-11 10:26:53

I know a place
Where meadowsweet sings
In the soft tones
of nectar and honey
Where harebells tinkle
A gentle blue
And scabious lights
The warm air of morning
In lilac.
Swallows are flying high today
Wheeling great arcs
In a summer blue sky
Harvesting courage
And storing it up
In their tiny brave hearts
They are flying me down
To the ice crystal stream
To drink cool waters
And dream.
#poetry

2024-08-10 08:59:43

Warmer air
Lilac tinted by
Heather and knapweed
Meadowsweet-scented
Carried by a wind
Less wild
I notice the way the rain
Feels cool against my skin
And love its gentle blessing
Wild water does this to us
It reminds us what is real.
A Kestrel
Find his place
Then waits.
Have you noticed the swallows
today, my love?
Screaming with joy
Tearing into the mist of midges
And knowing they are soon to fly.
#poetry

2024-08-09 08:25:39

Today the stars fall from the sky
And the gale blows us all to autumn
The wires are howling like winter
Moorlands and meadows
Move like an ocean
Rooks and crows
Still in the wildness
Hang like black kites
on the turbulent edge
But the Swallows
Are finding the space
between the waves
They fly like arrows
Against the tide
These winds disturb me
And buffet my ride
I can cope with the blows
From the front and the back
But struggle to steer
With those from my side.
#poetry

2024-08-08 15:48:58

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@npub15gt…703j thank you for reading my poem and for thinking about it. It is beautiful, the way we carry the hearts of others with us. They never really leave us.

2024-08-08 11:01:55

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@npub1s66…cr6m thank you so much😊

2024-08-08 09:14:37

I will carry your heart
To the top of the hill
In all of its gentle light.
It is not a weight to bear
It helps me to fly
There,
We can see the swallows
Gathering by the byre
And the heather is glowing
On the moor, a gentle fire
A million little lilac flames
And the air, shimmering
Dancing to the breeze
Everything burning
With love.
Even the trees
The leaves are turning
And the rowan sets red light
To the meadow.
#poetry

2024-08-07 08:22:20

The hope is in the knowing
That the wheel will turn again
It's cold today
And the wind has an edge
The sky is grey and heavy
And the fields are full of weeds
But this is a time of gold
Ragweed is a paradise
to butterflies and bees
Each its own small galaxy
Each bloom
Its own golden heart
Swallows weave
Between tall towers
Of willowherb and dock
Like the tailors needle
Stitching us together
Making our world
More beautiful
One thread at a time
#poetry

2024-08-06 08:53:24

Wild music
Gathering geese
Great in number
And loud across the silver waters
Echoing across the rushy hillside
To the summit
Where I wait.
Dark Ravens
in the heavens
Calling down
In spirals
As they soar
Upon the thermals
Rising softly
From the moor
Cool and clear
A stong wind blowing
And winter feed
is right for stacking
Dried and tied
And dressed in black
#poetry

2024-08-05 08:34:01

The Rowan's red is deepening
And Goldenrod
is high with yellow froth
Wormwood silver
shimmers by the ditch
Swallows flying low
along the road
Wheeling through
The milk-rich pasture
The southern wind is stronger
And the sky is heavy
It may rain
But there's joy
In my heart
And a gentle greeting
From the silver Heron rising
From the tinkling stream
#poetry

2024-08-04 10:04:36

I wish for a hare
And one appears,
By the twisted gate, just there
Long ears,
dark and twitching
Trembling like a leaf
In a summer breeze
And away to the ragweed
And nettles she races
And disappears,
as if she was never there.
My head is full of coloured jewels
and flashing diamonds
Golden stories
love and loss
In my childhood masquerade
And the last wisps of cotton
Are fluttering on the moss.
#poetry

2024-08-03 15:54:20

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2024-08-03 09:08:07

The lime green maple
So bright in the sun
A foil to the cornflower
Blue of the sky
A freshness to the air today
And just a hint of autumn
In the turning of the leaves
We are on the edge of things again
I'm noticing the quietness of the moss
The Swifts have flown,
And Swallows and Martins
are gathering in crowds
Bit high above us all.
noble dark and singing
In deep and clear tones
The lofty Raven watches
As the wide world turns
#poetry

2024-08-02 08:12:00

These are the days
That I look to from the winter
No sign now
of the cold and raging winds
My way is easy
no snow or ice to frighten me
No question of my wheels
Slipping on the road
The endless sky is blue
And my ten hills are gentle
The south wind
helps me on my way
Butterflies and honeybees
Are busy on the thistles
Tall grasses, wormwood
And cool green moorland oak leaves
Delight my hand
Reaching as I ride
The soft breeze holds me safely
Deep in the beauty of the day
#poetry

2024-08-01 08:10:02

Softly and warm
A blanket of grey air
Rests in the valley
And gently it sits
on the high hills
damping and moist
Fat raindrops forming
Not falling, but floating
Somehow,
Waiting for me
Cleansing me
Cool to my face
As I race
down the hillside
I'm dazzled by Swallows
In fluttering company
And out on the moorlands
A Raven is singing
Down in the deeps
of his bass.
#poetry

2024-07-30 09:41:30

She fled
Her insistent lover
Taking shape
In a smaller beauty
Whispering to me
I whisper back to you.
A gentle greeting
Soft as the breeze
As butterflies flutter
Their gentle entity
Up towards a brilliant sun.
Where have you been hiding
My little love?
How did I not know
That you were here
All along?
#poetry

2024-07-29 08:34:15

A south-westerly breeze
Bringing a gift of love
Rustling the darkening leaves
Of my moorland oak, shining
The mowing is done
Dark windrows
stretch to infinity
Haybails and harebells
And tall purple thistles
Dance at the edges
Of sweetness and light
Where all the beauty
Is found
A golden sun
Sits on my right shoulder
The smiling moon on my left
And the Raven calls me home
#poetry

2024-07-28 09:50:11

Beautiful sunday
This golden morning
The air's alive
With scents of summer
Elder nectar,
sweet as honey
Raspberries ripening by
The shimmering road
Swallows chatter
Racing low and joyful
Over the meadow
Ringlets rise and twist in spirals
Gatekeepers suckle
In beds of clover
A tall Heron
Silver in the sunlight
The guardian of his rivulet
And the Ravens glossy darkness
Lights the moor.
#poetry

2024-07-26 08:03:09

The buzzards hover over us
Watching our every move
Second guessing,
A trespass on our freedom.
And here I am
Finding joy,
And the beauty of solitude
Spiced and scented
Mown meadows and
Perfumed wormwood
The open road
A blank page
My only paperwork is this;
The silver whispers
Of goldfinches in the morning
The dances of badgers
In the dead of the night
And love.
#poetry

2024-07-25 08:43:16

A blushing rowan tree
Jewelled and lit
Like my mother
On Christmas Eve.
A partridge knows
The scent of spice
Igniting the air
Like paradise
In summer mist.
The snipe careers
Disturbed skywards
In a zigzag
I crick my neck
In following.
She's lost
And so am I.
Lost in a fog
Over the bog
And where did you lay your egg
My love?
Where did you lay your egg?
#poetry

2024-07-24 21:21:26

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@npub1gc3…jsqh this is beautiful

2024-07-24 07:58:52

Silver brightness falls in curtains
All around the eastern sky
Still waters shine back
Catching the morning mist
With reflected light
Four geese fly low
At eye level
So close to me
Disturbing the air
With their power
Dark Ringlets swept up
In dancing knots
Then fall in spirals
To the shoulder of the road
The thing is
The angels appear
Just when you need them
#poetry

2024-07-23 07:58:01

Ringlets spiral in joyful pairs
Meadow browns sipping
from lilac thistles
and golden ragweed nodding
To the morning sun
Another mowing
And the air is sour
with summer grass
And elderflower,
sweet nectar for the few bees
Humming their orisons
To the bursting goldenrod
Bright and hopeful
In the ditch.
#poetry

2024-07-22 08:01:51

A grey blanket
Draped over the bog
Drizzle and a sighing breeze
My beautiful skylark is silent
And the Curlew is silent too
I wonder
Did I noticed you well enough
While you sang
In Springtime
How I miss your music
Its absence
Makes me love
it even more
#poetry

2024-07-22 06:14:06

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@npub1s66…cr6m thanks so much for your comment, and for reading.

2024-07-21 11:15:14

Kingfisher sapphire
Jewel of the river
A stunning blue arrow,
Darting low,
Over soft silver waters
An emblem of wonder
And love.
Buzzards mewling
Over the golden moor
And deer are flowing
like morning light
Over the lilac yarrow
Deep into the heart
Of the morning
I can hear the voice
of a single Curlew
Calling my name
Reminding me
Of where I came from
Reminding me
Of where I'm going
#poetry

2024-07-20 09:25:53

Campion, harebells
And tall white campanula
Bright blue-white
Almost blinding
Like the light
Of a thousand stars
Wild winds
Tore the cotton from the boll
And the moor glows grey
With gossamer
How sweet it is
To be abroad in the morning
Breathing in
This honeyed air.
Time is racing
And I sometimes wish
I was a child again
With no care for the future
And the summer
Stretching out before me
Like a river
#poetry

2024-07-19 08:42:16

Have you noticed the way
The darting swallows shine
As they catch the early light
From the morning sun?
And gold grass shimmers
As it dances in the breeze
As the green waves billow
On the meadow.
There are linnets on the thistles
Singing whispers to the sun
And skylarks making music
When I thought that they had gone
Have you heard the peace of summer strumming heather on the moor?
As the white owl
searches for her lover?
#poetry

2024-07-18 10:55:52

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@npub1s66…cr6m thank you so much for telling me

2024-07-18 08:08:09

The glory
And the peace
Of a silver summer morning
Mackerel sky
A gentle breeze
Swallows flying
Low on the meadow.
Two clover blooms
Lilac and white
Fragile
On thin spindles
Standing proud
Together and small
Too beautiful for the grazing
And lucky with the blades
of the midsummer mow
So many reasons to fade away
So many reasons to grow.
#poetry

2024-07-17 08:00:33

West wind
I can tell you are there
Soft and damp
A gentler air
Crystal dewdrops shining
Lighting scented clover
from its curly sleep
Swallows love soft turbulence
Flying sorties over meadows
Calling wild and free
Between the grazing sheep
I can hear the hum of bees
The wheels of summer
Turning as the trees
Darken,
leaves more lustrous now,
Gathering light and shining
like we gather love
To store it up
For darker days.
#poetry

2024-07-16 09:25:19

A soft day
Swallows stream
Flowing low
Over the surface
Of purple-blue fields
Of tall grasses
Waving gently
Wisps of mist
Twisted by the mills
Revealing the layers
The flow of the air
Trefoil and Vetch
Lies low on the verges
Beautifully simple
So gently lit
What's the hurry?
Why worry so much
About what might be
When the glories
Are already here
Waiting for you.
#poetry

2024-07-15 08:05:13

A butterfly day
Bright blue and shining
Meadow browns
delight in spirals
Their love twists skywards
Like smoke from a furnace
Up to the highest part
Of a perfect sky
I can see them dancing now.
And higher still
A Raven pair flies
Deep in their joy
Turning steep somersaults
Their love descending
In spirals together
Down to the sweetness
Of deep scented clover.
#poetry

2024-07-14 09:22:51

Out into the soft grey
Of a rainy day
Summer sits softly
On the purple clover
Of overgrown byways
Fallen stars of
Golden buttercups
Light the fields
Like fallen stars
Shining through the mist
Drifts of pink cranesbill
Waving in the breeze
And a cloud of golden
Tinkling finches
Sprinkle glitter as they go
Over fields of white clover
Deep as winter snow
#poetry

2024-07-06 14:53:13

Meadowsweet
and honeyed Elder
Perfumed summer
Gentle breeze
Rustling through
the papery birch
Wren song lingers
Long beyond
its thrilling edge
Cherries dangle
Little jewels
Dropping down
like crimson quavers
From a summer song
My head is full
Of spice and sweetness
And the softness of music
sounding low
from dew-dappled branches.
#poetry

2024-06-26 00:25:24

How did it ever
Come to be?
A wasp, a tree
A lock, a key
And you, and me
Light drops softly
From the stars
As night walks gently
through the woods
And single notes
From hidden birds
Ring across
the tended lawns
I've heard the song
Of sweltering rains
Rushing through
the steaming glade
And far below
The ocean swells
And roars its lulling music
In return
#poetry

2024-06-25 22:30:47

Last night
The strawberry moon
Lit the ocean silver
Strange birds
Made quiet music
And the air was shimmering
Today the sky is blue
And the ocean too
And all of the promise
of love in the morning
Is washing over
The rocks below
With a gentle rush
And filling my pools with longing
#poetry

2024-06-20 14:40:06

Im high on the flow
With a gift of black rock
Floating.
Raging fire
and wild water meet
Lightning bolts
Electrify the air
A wild storm rages.
The sky and earth
And everything in between
Flowing
Alive with danger
A world full of risk
But the risk is the joy
Where hope springs eternal
Black sand,
My love
feels soft against my skin.
#poetry

2024-06-19 14:18:38

A clay coloured thrush
Sings his aubade to the day
Each note dropping like a tear
The mountain stands silent
Watching over me
The plume of smoke
Rising from the top
A reminder
Everything changes
All of the time
But some things are timeless
And remain
Small birds are shining
They sing in the sun
They flitter and hum
There are jewels
Upon jewels
Upon jewels
#poetry

2024-06-14 08:52:43

The Raven knows everything
About endings and beginnings
He's always there
At the gate
Waiting.
Do the Curlews know
There's something sacred
About the darkness of the day?
Spiralling up
Into the sky
Three white curlews
shining in the light.
Rising like white smoke
From a holy place
Singing to me
Hello
Goodbye.
#poetry

2024-06-13 08:05:20

Softness and light
The pointillist
Paints the sky
A thousand dabs
of silver-white
Set before a silver sun
Veiled and dappled
Brightness tumbling down
A higher force
Is flowing.
Single notes
dropping from the sky
like silver rain
Skylark falling
Curlew calling
And a wall-tall snipe
Sings beauty to his mate
With a song
Of rusty bed-springs
#poetry

2024-06-11 12:26:02

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I long for the wildness
Of unimproved pastures
Where butterflies flutter
And the brown hare lies low
Whisper me softly
In thyme and sweet clover
I'll make a soft pillow
To rest on, my love
And the world will keep turning
I will will keep yearning
For Skylarks and Curlews
And tall foxgloves
#poetry
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2024-06-11 12:25:21

Sing me a song
Of pink clover and buttercups
Sing me the song
Of the hillside in June
Fly with me
Out of bog cotton
And meadowsweet
Up to a sky-dream
Of cloudsilver blue
Give me the hills
And their tinkling waters
The scrub and the rushes
The fen and the flow
1/2
#poetry

2024-06-10 08:41:25

Cold and clear
The air is trembling
And the breeze swirls
Silver spirals
In deep green fields
I'm keeping the company
Of three shining Curlew
Gliding down to where I am
Calling as the come
Angels alighting
To settle beside me
Calling my name
Brave and curious
At my breathless wonder
At a sacred moment
I turn to leave
They fly away
#poetry

2024-06-09 10:12:13

All my summer flowers
Are hiding from the rain
A nest of vetch
Alight at the foot
Of my moorland oak
Somehow beautiful
Like a little song
In the night
I labour in thrall
To the dark west wind
All my thoughts
on struggle.
Notice the brightness
In the tinsel of a finch
And the weight is lifting
Swallows see the joy
And raise me
To the light.
#poetry

2024-06-08 08:33:10

It's cold out
A wet wind
Blows from the west
A slow billow
Rolls across the hill
Tall grasses
Made heavy by rain
Hushing silver
As I ride
Just a single ray of sunshine
Beaming down
An iridescent Lapwing,
Fragile in the light
Shining from the inside
With a greenish glow
The bright spirit
of the meadow
#poetry

2024-06-07 10:08:13

Every day,
I watch,
You change,
Marking time
As I pass by,
Helping me to notice
The turning of the wheel.
Do you remember
The dark days
After gales
had robbed me,
And all that was left
Was my naked bones?
Now I see you shining.
I'll remember this day
You were dressed for summer
Lighting the air around you
With your smile
And I will hold you in my heart
This way.
#poetry

2024-06-06 09:18:21

Three swallows
Dancing low
Over the rusty meadow they go
Like little gods
And, unlike me, today
Indefatigable
Messengers from another place
Heaven sent, perhaps
Inspiring
Swift
In their swept back wings
Even as a cold wind blows
These little lights are shining
Lifting the weight
Of any sadness
Changing my mind
As dark clouds dull
The summer sky.
#poetry

2024-06-05 08:41:15

High on Arctic air
Bliss in the climbing
I fly with the Swifts
Cutting through
this summer chill
With rapid ease
And flickering
With energy
Finding joy in the blue
And the gold
and the silver of it all
Clover sweetens the meadow
In shades of magenta
And high on the hill
A small flock of greylag
Peeps over bright buttercups
And a Curlew descends
And sings her healing song
To my heart.
#poetry

2024-06-04 11:35:57

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@npub1w5v…n0lx thank you so much xxxxx

2024-06-04 08:35:05

Love
Like the Curlew on the wall
Guarding and waiting
Fragile and pale
As if her whole world
might fail
In fear of dark crows
Arriving like fate
Cut through the gloaming
Oh brave Curlew
How I love you
Your trembling call
And your rise and your fall
As you scatter the fateful crows
And return to your wall
And your treasure.
#poetry

2024-06-03 08:15:44

Silvery grey
A strong wind
Blows from the west
Slows my progress.
Im on the edge of sunlight
A watery shadow
Moves before me
Stretching out
Over the wall
Over to where
The Curlews call
In soft whispers
To treasures
Hidden in buttercups
Rusty dock and sorrel
Skylarks are singing
Over the yarrow.
And time is flying
Hurtling headlong
Into mid-summer
#poetry

2024-06-02 09:32:23

Beautiful
Warm and sunny
Cotton clouds
Blue and white
Skylark glory
Bunting on the moss
A Buzzard keening
On the hill
The air alive with
A buzzy hum
Fuzzy bees and
Zippy warblers
Furtling in the furze
And the geese
Are in their heavens
Flying line astern,
Travelling back
from their watery rest
Over the mountain
Out of the silvery west
#poetry

2024-06-01 09:41:47

Peaceful,
Shades of white brightness
Cow Parsley billows
Soft waves in the fields
Lit by a silver sun
Rowan and Hawthorn
Sheltering lambs
And turning to rust
As summer rises
Over the moor
Vast clouds of white cotton
Across the wide acres
Dancing in crowds
As the wheatear tips out
The beat of the day
And I hear the echo
Of a Whitethroat singing
Her sacred song
Beside her fields of gold.
#poetry

2024-05-31 08:47:10

And there I was
Complaining
about the strength of the wind
It being the end of May
And all,
And then I noticed
The lustrous leaves
Of my moorland oak
Reaching out to me
As if to sa
We've been through worse
Together
I'm inspired
By the tenacity of tree
And the spirit
Of the heart of oak.
The Curlew calls
Her treasures home
And I fly
With the Swallows.
#poetry

2024-05-30 09:06:33

A moorland morning
Loaded with memory
Grounded, held
By a fierce weight of story.
A quiet noise
Rises from the mountain
Softly at first
Then joined by another
Layers of story
Connected
In measured love
Lost in the music
That played long ago
Held together
By Curlew song
Floating with pleasure
Down to our treasure
Singing our song
In separate measure
Then meeting
And parting
And meeting again.
The wise owl of time
Quarters the moor
But the music connects us
To all we have known
#poetry

2024-05-29 08:43:28

So softly gliding
Near silent, and searching
Feathers a'shimmer
Like silk in soft sunlight
Eyes dark like coals
From a deep mine, not burning
But gentle and cool
Like the sweetness that flows
From the reviving pools
Of a high mountain rivulet
Sparkling with light
Of love in the morning
Ghosting like mist
On the buttercupped meadow
With the grace of a kiss
in the quiet of the night
#poetry

2024-05-28 09:36:00

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@npub1s66…cr6m Thank you so much. Two wild moorland owls met me on my way today.

2024-05-28 08:16:52

A grey morning
Dark, almost twilight,
On the very edges of things
The distance between now
And the beautiful days.
Absence and presence
Noticing not noticing
And there you are
As if from my dreams
Ghostlike and wandering
Wonder in your dark eyes
Floating silent and free
Over golden buttercups
And soft chervil tops
And I am with you
We're flying together
Far away
Over a distant meadow
No longer dreaming
#poetry

2024-05-27 08:15:05

Dark clouds sailing
Little islands of sunshine
Light up the hills
In fortunate places
Always moving
Along with the breeze
And I know I'll be lucky
There's rain in the valley
But my way is clear
Skylarks flooding my head
With beautiful music
And my joy at the summit
A golden Curlew
Lit by the morning
So close I could touch her
On my own little island
Of silver sunlight.
#poetry

2024-05-26 19:47:00

Sunshine and showers
Wet roads and rainbows
Thunder rumbles
Flood water flows
Down the sides of the roads
Carrying stones from the moor
On their great migration
Down to the valley floor
The blue tits are busy
Baby birds calling
The garden a flutter
Of fast wings and buzzing
Of fuzzy bees and tiny wasps
The humming declines
In the darkness of clouds
But the light brings the music
Of honey and hives
Stop and listen
Our too busy lives
#poetry

2024-05-25 07:52:42

This is beauty
A warm southerly
Like the breath of a lover
Leading me gently
To where I will go
Sweet air
Aniseed spiced
Fennel and chervil
Dandelion clocks
Shine between buttercups
Golden glowing
All along my going
Up to where skylarks
Whisper their prayers
In the cloisters of heaven
Echoing so clearly
in the so gentle quiet
Of a soft summer morning.
#poetry

2024-05-24 10:00:51

Buttercups and Cow Parsley
Billowing golden
and frothed like a green bay
At sunset,
Beyond a storm-wracked day
There's a peace in this breeze
Though the broad green leaves
Have been ripped from the branches
Of sycamore trees
The Curlew calls
Wild, not free
Protecting her treasures
Like a shepherdess
Counting her blessings.
#poetry

2024-05-23 17:39:01

I'm late today
There was work to do
The light looks different
In the late afternoon
A low sky
And a gusting wind
Tearing green leaves
From cherry trees
Skylarks are singing
Over the stubble
High on the wild edge
Of the breeze
I'm flying,
At ease on the hill
There's a Curlew
Flying beside me
Singing a Curlew's song
Haunting me
With joy.
#poetry

2024-05-22 17:39:56

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@npub1jr0…8jk9 it's a local Yorkshire expression for very heavy rain😊

2024-05-22 07:45:10

Cleansing rain
In opaque sheets
Siling down
Washing me down
with late spring coolness
Knowing now
The reason for the mow.
And the skylarks are singing
In spite of the rain
And all their troubles,
And I know in my heart
that their beautiful song
Is about starting again
Somewhere safer.
#poetry

2024-05-21 19:57:06

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@npub18eg…3yq2 thank you so much, Leo

2024-05-20 08:23:31

Three Curlew, a skylark
And a song without words
Both mournful
And triumphant
Floating
like a ship of dreams
Over the misty ocean.
Summer green
Brightens the morning
Chases the gloom away
And the pull of the hill
Is easing.
The air is full
Of the scent of the mow
But I'm up to my waist
In buttercups and lace
And deep in my heart
I know.
#poetry

2024-05-19 08:57:11

Utterly gorgeous
Cornflower blue
Cloudless
The softness of cool
On the summer breeze
May in her glory
Dancing in her joyful
golden fields
Hedgerows bright with
White lace shimmering
And heady
with the scents of spring
Hawthorns blush
With rosy tints
As deep withing
The hidden wrens
tick like little clocks
Counting down the years.
#poetry

2024-05-18 08:54:07

Oh to live in a land of gold
Where the air is sweet
And gentle stories told
Enchanted music falling
Down from a silver sky
Even as the mist is lifting
Tinkling music falls like rain
And the gentle fingers
of soft sunlight
Pull back the shimmering curtains
To reveal a world of vivid green
And light the fragrant candles
On the shining chestnut tree
Sets golden scented fire to glow
In the lovely heart of the laburnum.
#poetry

2024-05-17 08:37:06

Hello blackbird
My soul friend
Singing sweet and low
High up in the Cherry tree
Just as dawn begins to glow
Today the mist is soft and gentle
Cobwebs jewelled, wherever I go,
Glistening in the milky morning
I'll ride the way the rivers flow
Gently,
and amazed
at what's unfolding
Every day you sing to me
From high up in your cherry tree
My anam cara, my blithe and free
Spirit of the morning.
With a nod to John O'Donoghue
#poetry

2024-05-16 08:35:45

Whitsuntide
The fullest flow of life
Even when the clouds are low
The sky is bright
With whitest light
Over a fallen cloud
of fading Bluebells
Golden fields
Buttecup-full are
Edged in lace
My senses filled
The delicate, delicious
Incipience of spring
All we have waited for
Is erupting
Rowan, hawthorn
and apple-blossom blush
A flush of lilac clover
The time of our lives
is here and now
#poetry

2024-05-15 13:01:37

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@npub1jr0…8jk9 that is a very kind thing to say. I'm very grateful for you reading my poetry, and for your comment.

2024-05-15 08:27:39

Where is my delight
On a misty may morning?
Cattle amble over the meadow
from the morning milking shed
Quiet in their breathy wonder
At the silver grass.
Dewdrops shimmer
On Dandelion clocks
Damp fluff no time will measure
But quicksilver-lit,
they shine like stars.
What music can I hear?
Goldfinches twinkle
lighting the walls with glitter
And a Curlew sings
Her descending song
Down to the heath
And her treasure.
#poetry

2024-05-14 15:54:33

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@npub19rv…fak8 how beautiful 😍

2024-05-14 09:50:51

No future, no past,
Only the present moment
No view of distant hills
Or monuments
Most might say
the day is dull
But we choose how to see it.
The mile-long field
Glows golden in the grey
A million buttercups are singing
Lifting the larks to a golden sun
The single cornflower
Of the early spring
A bright blue galaxy
With new stars forming
None decaying
Bursting with light
And a gentle radiance
Lifting my heart
And lifting the Lapwing
Into the dance.
#poetry

2024-05-13 15:54:54

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@npub1hu4…fxkf thanks so.much for reading it and for your message.

2024-05-13 08:16:17

The peace of the roe deer
In the deep of the green
The stillness of the little owl
Waiting patient on the wall
The song of the skylark
From the top of the sky
The wildness of geese
Whose calls light the valley
The abandon of Lapwing
Dancing and free
The strength of the oak
Green fingers of leaves,
Charging my spirit
Reaching out,
touching me.
#poetry

2024-05-12 10:15:20

Tgeres a beautiful blue
To the sky today
A cooler edge
to the warmth of the sun
So I went the way I seldom go
And noticed the peace
Of the morning
The Curlew calls
From the mile-long field
There's a Heron standing
Over silver water
And the Rooks rattle
the noisy woods
Orange tips flutter
Round milkmaids and bluebells
Lovage and borage
Settling in small spirals
On mustard.
#poetry

2024-05-11 09:11:22

The night was lit with fairy light
The sky aflame
With mauve and green
and soft blue brightness
The morning shines its mirror
On the glory
A cloud of Bluebells
fallen sky,
drifting deep
And inky sweet
Wild garlic's dense aromas
Fills mr with a primal urge
To leap into the wooded dell
And bathe myself in scent and smell
All lit by dappled sun
And sprinkled with
the lemon light of primrose
#poetry

2024-05-10 23:11:15

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2024-05-10 22:47:35

Wow!!!!
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2024-05-10 08:52:03

Warm and peaceful
An alabaster light
Softness and ease
Dandelion clocks
Stopped at one
And the world
Takes a breath.
I tasted the leaf
Of a milkmaid flower
And it was sweet and spicy
Honeyed air
All around me
This stillness is
Loaded with life
It's generous and giving
Singing with brightness
And skylarks rejoicing.
#poetry

2024-05-09 14:17:32

Utterly beautiful
Cornflower blue
Warm westerly air
Shimmers over the moor
Skylarks sing their silver song
Whites and Painted Ladies flutter
Through a cloud of cuckoo-flowers
On the drowsy green
Where sleepy ewes
And little lambs
Slumber in the summer sun
I feel the summer
In this weather
And there's any number
Of merry pipits
A'frolic in the heather
#poetry