Having recently stayed in Canada for six weeks I took a few things that I noted while I was away there (drawing on a little extra as well) and wrote this short story. Please let me know what you think of it. Good or bad, all feedback is welcome. Many thanks in advance! Now, I … Continue reading Eines Deustchen Kanada – Short Story
Bay View Conifer wall Stone to sand cove Silken sheet of blue bay. Written after our first Kayaking trip in Canada I tried to capture all around us, but it would take a hundred poems to set it all out in emotion at what affect that beauty had on me. I've written two of the … Continue reading Bay View – Davies Haiku
A second poem from Canada. This is from our second day of travel, when we spent time in Winnipeg and caught the Greyhound Coach. The Wide Country Horizon The wide country horizon, Water colour trees and lake, Roads laid to gridded paper, And Arnold's Dauphinite mind. Manitoba, you are kind; Smiles, Motor Inn to Greyhound. … Continue reading The Wide Country Horizon – Poem
Walkway Under Veranda Crazy paved cracking pathway carry on, Show under shelter of the veranda There is still an ever bright chance of sun; We'll repay, some'll stay, some meander.
Light In The Forest Encroaching forest Clambers around us, Seeking to grow. Mercy we're pleading In terrified mess, Still hoping, but how! Shine, gold light, make our Way through the darkness - Breaking black shadow.
Caw, That View Plastics holding toes back from nature; No scrunching in the dappled dirty ground, And no hopping downhill to the bank - It will have to be an observed day.
Taken last week some morning I can't recall which, but I think those are bluebells and whitebells (if someone knows otherwise please inform me!). Either way, the flower heads have often made me think of faerys/fairys, especially wearing them as hats. Bells Of The Forest Ringing through Spring morning tree-shade In green grasses, beside the … Continue reading Bells Of The Forest – Poem
Don't worry! The smoke coming from the stump wasn't by my hand, I happened to find it, and it was dealt with by two park workers. (Peckham Rye if anyone's interested.) At first I thought it was someone with an e-cigarette relaxing on the grass and I was going to sneak a picture because it … Continue reading The Young Dragon And It’s Duty – Poem
MUSIC OF THE FOREST Music of the forest, Sounds within the city, One trickle, some bustle, Quiet and half pretty. Layer the memories, Tell the story it shows.
Haven't seen a cloud today, It's been a blue sky always. Windless whispers don't travel In the calm before the storm.
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