Category: observation

The Moon

A card is pulled A sphere Leaning to the side Of mercy. Our animal self Howls at it Barks at it Gnashes shark teeth But we can’t control The master of tides We fear the path Between the two towers Yet walk it we…

The Mist

Swirling shroud A watery veil Like tired eyes; A crazed wail Cracks through the cloud Of foggy fear The eyes alive As shapes appear Looming, lunging Awkwardly Towards a shuddering Effigy Of something that used To be alive Now lost in the mist Struggling…

Comes with a Warning

Wash dark feelings separately Press the red button Max head room uncertain Unauthorised access forbidden Stand clear of the line If you can see Where it is.

Take me to the Ocean

Waiting by the ocean Waiting by the shore Clouds are hanging, cloaking Sunlight, grey and raw. Beach lies glinting wetly Tide breaks like a sigh Pebbles crackling, crunching ‘Neath the slate tile sky Winkles, whelks and starfish Rays and sprays and gulls Bladderwrack and…

Who’d be a writer?

Put this pen to paper Take it back Make it crack Spill the ink Like blood Sign my life away Sign my soul To the devil In the details.

Spring Storm

Picture was taken in the middle of the night, the light is from lightning alone. Heat and light and fight! Spars strike at stars Scars cut the sky As lightning flies And cuts and fries The crowding clouds Clamouring for more Rain beats the…

The Wedding

I married The old stone wall Hidden behind The rhododendrons I found it When the snow Angel coloured lead Bowed the branches White flakes For my veil We borrowed The blue Sky, old And new And stood in front Of ourselves No witnesses.

House Martins

These little beauties all came to pick at the crumbs left by fellow bank holiday revellers. I was on the seafront at Hornsea, resting my weary bones after a meander on the wet and glorious beach. As I sat quietly, the martins waited until…

Apperley Bridge Marina Charity Day

I’m very chuffed to have a stall at Saturday’s charity event at Apperley Bridge Marina! I’ll be taking my books, jewellery and other items, and I’ll be sharing my space with an artisan baker and the artist who did the cover art for my…

Merry Lughnasadh 

Despite the rainy intervals, these gorgeous swifts managed to catch some respite during a sunny spell, drying themselves in Lugh’s light.  I’m spending Lughnasadh, also the time of Lammas and the first harvest, camping with family near a farm in Skipton. We are enjoying…

Online Lughnasadh Festival

Ah Lughnasadh! The height of summer, a time of fun and games, the rise of the competitive spirit and a time to truly honour our ancestors, just as Lugh honoured his mother at this time. I could smell it this morning; that sweetness in…

Bee on Self Heal

I’m writing about Self Heal, prunella vulgaris,  for next month’s Pagan Pages. I’m lucky enough to have some of the herb crawling over my lawn, and was even luckier to get this lovely visitor when I popped out to get some photos: