~ Summer’s to Come ~
THE COLD FALLS DOWN OUT OF THE SKY LIKE A LIQUID THING, SEEPING IN. MY HOT BONES BURN IT BACK YET KNOW IT SHALL PREVAIL, IN THE END. Continue reading “~ Summer’s to Come ~”
~ Statues ~
Evening finds me here, sailboat-bike moored by the bench; the river half-fresh, half-sea, rolling upstream to High Water.
~ Roll With The Tide ~
My mother’s earliest traceable ancestors on her mother’s side were Swedish, from Gothenburg. Perhaps I have some Viking blood somewhere.
~ When You Sing ~
Apart from a few farmers’ being a bit over-protective of their grass, I have never met anyone who doesn’t thrill to the sound of wild geese.
~ God is a Dog ~
Dogs are so many things to so many people. We need not bother ourselves with that long list here – companions, guardians, helpers, finders… – it would take all day.
~ Clouds of Gyre ~
Too weak to continue in the sky the white bird came down, fierce but shaken, enraged by the dying light within.
~ Treasure ~
Wanlockhead, the highest village in Scotland, nestles amidst the tops of the ice-cream scoops that are the Lead Hills – so named because of their once prodigious lead mines.
~ Monkey Business ~
This is Penny and her beloved little dog, Otto. Otto is a little King, a Magician and a Mischievous Monkey!
He plays and runs like blonde lightning in his dashing way – almost a bird but not quite.
~ Wind of Voices ~
On this hilltop, invisible cat paws of summer wind bow the grasses – a moving sculpture of compliance.
It is the sound of breath, up close, advancing and retreating; the coming and going of an unending sigh. Continue reading “~ Wind of Voices ~”
CARDBOARD PIGEONS ~ Essential Melodrama ~ by John Dewar 