Strines - Clearance

This isn’t my moor

But it is my ringing in the ears

My vibrations of being almost at home

Yet a long way from love

Thinking it must be an external sound

I open the car door

To hear nothing but the sheep

And the sound of scrub smoke slowly rising

Brown, and green, and purple

Yes, yes, oh boy yes I’ll bless my love

For the purple heather

The brown, green, and beautiful purple heather

 

Sugar - And Spice

Was it the dessert pastilles

Which lifted my mood

Or was it my morning meditation

Which set me in good stead

For the rest of this beautiful day

Was it the café

Here, there, or anywhere

Which set the seal

On the deal of love

About to be offered

 

Out Of Space - Matter Of Fact

I declare

You are my meteor star

Curving through the curved air

Of a deeper love

Steeper than the steepest mountain

A fountain of youth and truth and beauty

So light, so happy

On a blue sky Saturday

Such a tight feeling

That says love stay with me

The keeper of the song

All in all another beautiful day

 

Hardly A Ripple - On The Pond

In this aloneness

There are no leaders to follow

No instructions to misunderstand

I can go my own way

Even if I stumble

And yes, sometimes fall

The moorhen

Plunges half of her body

Headfirst, into the black water

 

Stabilisation - Reclamation

I could be anywhere

But happen to be here

Trying my best to fall over

Listen to the waves

Listen to the wind

Listen to the curlew or plover

Taking a photograph

Of reeds and grasses

Flattened by the flood-waters