I will be back in a minute
First I have to take a few photographs;
That first one was of Kate washing up
Which is why you could see steam
Coming out of the boiler chimney
And now she has brought me a cup of tea
I'm sat at the outdoor table (seating for six)
But mind you it would be for the best
If it was three couples and no one above
A certain size you know health and safety et al
I know there are lots of shots
Of the cricket field and yes I could not argue
That this week that particular place
Has become something of an obsession
It is in my nature of course to be obsessive
It's right there right at the root of my behaviour
Absolutely it is the kernel if you really want to know
Anything at all about me or about my lifestyle
Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Friday, 3 March 2017
Thursday, 2 March 2017
Sunshine
This is the peace the kind of peace we wished for though we never did imagine this outlook or that I would be here explaining to you the eleven fielding positions on a full-size cricket pitch
And here's a ticking off for all those NIMBY protestors against windmills who would have robbed us of the sight of slowly turning blades which catch the light which bounce the light which share the light and which reflect it many fold to our distant destination
Also the sun is sparkling on the corrugated roof of the Road-Train which is sat listening to the chiming bells of the village church sat listening to the insects in the grass sat listening to the gulls over the cliff edge
As they too escape from the seafront where buckets and spades have been procured so as to build sandcastles on these wide open beaches
And here's a ticking off for all those NIMBY protestors against windmills who would have robbed us of the sight of slowly turning blades which catch the light which bounce the light which share the light and which reflect it many fold to our distant destination
Also the sun is sparkling on the corrugated roof of the Road-Train which is sat listening to the chiming bells of the village church sat listening to the insects in the grass sat listening to the gulls over the cliff edge
As they too escape from the seafront where buckets and spades have been procured so as to build sandcastles on these wide open beaches
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Wednesday, 1 March 2017
Cliffs
Unsteady
In the July sun
Looking out across the blue across the deep deep blue
Already
As the gannets fly trefoil gliding gracefully on the thermals
My legs gently begin to quiver it's all in the mind of course
As well as the reality
Of being suspended on a cantilever platform
With no indication of its weight limit
Or the depth of the fall
Should the whole thing collapse
Into the big blue below the bigger big blue below
Where the plentiful life within feeds the seasonal migration
Sufficient it seems for a quarter of a million seabirds
Who frequent this short stretch of coastline
Now back in the cafe
Once more on terra-firma the steadiness gradually grows
As we take tea outdoors in the mid-July sun
In the July sun
Looking out across the blue across the deep deep blue
Already
As the gannets fly trefoil gliding gracefully on the thermals
My legs gently begin to quiver it's all in the mind of course
As well as the reality
Of being suspended on a cantilever platform
With no indication of its weight limit
Or the depth of the fall
Should the whole thing collapse
Into the big blue below the bigger big blue below
Where the plentiful life within feeds the seasonal migration
Sufficient it seems for a quarter of a million seabirds
Who frequent this short stretch of coastline
Now back in the cafe
Once more on terra-firma the steadiness gradually grows
As we take tea outdoors in the mid-July sun
Tuesday, 28 February 2017
Thyme
In search of one space we found another for by chance as much as hope we discovered the hidden garden
I beg your pardon says I to the horticulturalist but are you open on Friday for that is when we leave and we would like to take some of your plants with us
For instance the grapefruit mint and the strawberry or banana mints o and yes yes the orange thyme
I've already thought of a place to place to put them it will need a bit of clearing up and a modicum of brickwork construction
But I promise they will be cared for as I intend in the fullness of time of course to begin making my own perfumes and a range of aromatherapy oils
I've read about base notes and high notes and those other notes in between
So you see your notes are just the beginning of a new lifetimes passion at least that is what I most sincerely hope for in this particular moment
I beg your pardon says I to the horticulturalist but are you open on Friday for that is when we leave and we would like to take some of your plants with us
For instance the grapefruit mint and the strawberry or banana mints o and yes yes the orange thyme
I've already thought of a place to place to put them it will need a bit of clearing up and a modicum of brickwork construction
But I promise they will be cared for as I intend in the fullness of time of course to begin making my own perfumes and a range of aromatherapy oils
I've read about base notes and high notes and those other notes in between
So you see your notes are just the beginning of a new lifetimes passion at least that is what I most sincerely hope for in this particular moment
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Monday, 27 February 2017
Seashore
Steps down to the beach
To take photographs
Of chalk-white pebbles
And a sea which merges into a sky
At that point formerly known as the horizon
A wall on which to sit
To have photographs taken
Portraits of each other
Exposed in turn with the cliff
And the rampant vegetation as a backdrop
Then striding-out along the sands
Towards the town a mile or so away
Past the seventy year old man with his wife
Digging in the sand for fishing bait
He is due in Filey tomorrow if the weather holds
As it sort of holds today that is
Until we reach the Road Train terminus
I have taken photographs of the surf of the beach
Of the waves of the sea and of the fisherman soon to be
I compare and contrast this afternoon
Of the place of the environment of the emotion
I settle on gratefulness especially for the laughter
To take photographs
Of chalk-white pebbles
And a sea which merges into a sky
At that point formerly known as the horizon
A wall on which to sit
To have photographs taken
Portraits of each other
Exposed in turn with the cliff
And the rampant vegetation as a backdrop
Then striding-out along the sands
Towards the town a mile or so away
Past the seventy year old man with his wife
Digging in the sand for fishing bait
He is due in Filey tomorrow if the weather holds
As it sort of holds today that is
Until we reach the Road Train terminus
I have taken photographs of the surf of the beach
Of the waves of the sea and of the fisherman soon to be
I compare and contrast this afternoon
Of the place of the environment of the emotion
I settle on gratefulness especially for the laughter
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listen to christopher read on bandcamp |
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