Reading Maps Is Fun

Knot, intertwining, we’ll meet you later on

Somewhere round the blowing house

Over Norsworthy Plantation way

Dwell, continue, we’ll rest awhile

Beside the pixies house 

Together on Yellowmead Down

Rustle, acquiring, we’ll steal our herd our way

Through Woodtown then Furzetor Pass

Twixt here to Sampford Spinney

Dam, earth, buttress; we’ll construct to confine

From the cattle grid to the homesteads

Under the shade of Combestone Tor

Quarry, excavate, we’ll extricate information, to find

A way up Rugglestone Rock, to Seven Lords lands

Before we rendezvous at Widecombe in the Moor

Drink, libation, we will soon be there for prayer

Nearby the weir of Higher Coombe

Falling upon Scorriton, upon Scorriton Chapel

Mill, alcohol still, Benedictine of Buckfast

We’ll make our way into a Cistercian Monastic order

Beside the Butterfly Farm near the Railway Museum

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Steam Gallery

Electric blue

Surfing through

Singles night reflection

Circumspect introspection

Electric blue

Shining through

Never seen your light before

Transmitting at the shore

Winters night

Transparent sight

Never seen you so bright

Before

Eclectic hue

Dancing shoe

Painter from the peak

Horizons you seek

Shine on through

Electric blue

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To Be Is Not Alone Enough

White board

Wipe away

Move on

Gone

You travelled through

Some deep synapses

Erase, erasure

To lose, your loss as saviour

Quarantine

Quarantine or delete

Loosening links

Leveraging linkages

Opening wounds

Bound

Sealed

Slowly healed

Turn to

To find a sense

To find a purpose

To be is not alone enough

Buy some time

Rebuild the memories

Work out the why

Anticipate the when

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Cosmos

There’s a thousand million

Sparkling tinkling waltzing refractions

There’s a never ending chorus

Of pebbles, of waves

The zephyr’s blown in over the Dolomites

Travelling with some softness, some certainty

The migration has begun

Freshwater havens, seaside lakes are forsaken

Cotton wool clouds

Around the sky blue sky, surrounding silver tints

Above, a thousand million, maybe even a zillion

Sparkling tinkling star bright illuminations

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Hollow Score

All that went before

Has gone

Gone before

Creation crept along

Slipped the sand

From beneath the shoes

Chapel, church

All that went before

Has gone before

Familiarity swept along

A carpet ride

From an hollow floor

Mother, Father

All that went before

Has gone, gone before

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