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I painted
a flower
and
a butterfly
landed on it
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life
is
a mirror image
nothing
substantial
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arching
deep purple
buddleia
a rainbow
of butterflies
***
the guest
worthy
to be here
it is
you
***
***
graced
the room
with her presence
peacock butterfly
fluttered in front of mirror
***
there
is
no failure
just steps
on the journey
***
a
quiet
moment
of
stillness
***
not doing
is
doing
it is
letting go
***
it
becomes
real
only when
you've experienced it
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old bookshop
without
obligatory
resident
cat
***
***
my books in piles
and not returned
to the shelves
on my bookshelves
now a clutter of spiders
***
the cats
demented
at scratching inside settee
a mischief
of mice
***
things
are
because
they have
to be
***
cat looks at me
from
inside tumble drier (door was open!)
then
he goes back to sleep
***
***
I walked off
the
edge of the world
freefall
into dreams
***
***
her imagination
kindled by
grandad's exciting stories
whilst an intrigue of kittens
played at her feet
***
***
weary
clouded eyes
of adulthood
watched
the bright eyed child at play
***
child looked
at adults
arguing
and
she told them to grow up
***
child took
little brother
into garden
and tied rope across garden
to protect them both
***
child held grandad's hand
watching raised soil tunnels
of a movement of moles
out of the sandy soil
heads popped out
***
a sleeping baby
frowning, dreaming, smiling
practising
all
her expressions
***
***
babbling to her toes
she grabs them
sucks them
then
baby sleeps contentedly
***
a china doll
on
the shelf
little tin soldier
hopelessly in love
***
***
on a hoopla stall
at a fairground long ago
child won a goldfish
carried it so carefully
all the way home
***
the child
far away
in the garden at her play
she
does not hear you
***
fragments
of the past
made the child all she was
and
still is today
***
child
read the novels
in her mind
she sought
different lives
***
things in one place
when they're meant to be
in another
mischief
at play
***
the
child
sees with
wise
eyes
***
child's
spirit
flew in feathers
and
still flies now
***
child
let go of brake
of dad's old black austin seven
out of rear window
she watched dad running after car
***
***
her
ears
were wings
she
flew
***
opening
the
door
she
let the future in
***
child
kept her treasures
pebbles, feathers, spent matches
in old
golden virginnia tobacco tin
***
***
three naughty children
ran through the house hiding stuff
ghostly forms vanished
***
an empty room
filled with laughter
three ghost children
then they
slowly fade away
***
old mask
hiding
the face
watching
waiting
***
***
glove puppets
unexpectedly springing up
from down below
depths
of unconscious mind
***
beasts
lurk
in
the forests
of the mind
***
I go to bed
to sleep
but sleep eludes
and wanders
somewhere else
***
***
wondering
searching
in house
with white rooms and stairs
waiting
***
there
is
no whole
only
fragments reassembled
***
gracefully
gliding
through the still calm lake
a
ballet of swans
***
***
marionettes
creatures of the air
dancing and swirling
their feet
barely touching the ground
***
dancing
in
the wind
she
refused broken dreams
***
child
didn't think
in words
she thought
in pictures
didn't think
in words
she thought
in pictures
***
the pixie ornament
at the front door
had a bow and arrow
stood perfectly still
when any human moved
at the front door
had a bow and arrow
stood perfectly still
when any human moved
***
***
told
of the old times
when he carried runestones between worlds
a story telling
of crows
***
***
told
of the old times
when he carried runestones between worlds
a story telling
of crows
***
***
a few steps
backwards
to find
inner peace
within
***
white unicorn
leaps off story book picture
on to white page
and
wanders unseen
***
***
an enchantment
of nightingales'
melodious song
awoke
a fantasy of unicorns
of nightingales'
melodious song
awoke
a fantasy of unicorns
***
your heart
knows
even
though
no-one sees
***
shadows
flickering
writhing
the gargoyles
waiting to be freed
***
causing havoc
eating wood furniture
in my landlady's house
a pandemonium
of parrots
***
she
hadn't known
what to do
so she dumped the past
in a service station litter bin
***
heavy
velvet curtains
always half drawn
paintings and tapestries
shrouded in cold semi-darkness
***
old
photograph
fading
but
gentle smile still there
***
***
she looked
at
the postmark
and
the words in the letter as they were then
***
watched her sleeping
knew
he had to bid farewell
when she awoke
a letter signed "Prince"
***
the impulse
to ask
a question
when I know
I should not
***
to ask
a question
when I know
I should not
***
the
truth
depends
on who
is doing the telling
truth
depends
on who
is doing the telling
***
***
unfolded slowly
old
brown crumbling newspaper
read the item
ringed with faded pencil
old
brown crumbling newspaper
read the item
ringed with faded pencil
***
***
the past
left behind
with all linked associations
the piece of paper
blank
left behind
with all linked associations
the piece of paper
blank
***
match flame
burns out too fast
leaving candle unlit
time
out of alignment
***
frog's pet peeve
was the lady kept gardening
disturbing his meditations
so he stole key to tool shed
dropped it in deep pond
was the lady kept gardening
disturbing his meditations
so he stole key to tool shed
dropped it in deep pond
***
the frog
watched
the purple evening sky
he
croaked
watched
the purple evening sky
he
croaked
***
***
in the sky
seven colours
arched,
a
rainbow
***
when
my soul
was dark
there
was a flash of light
***
***
clouds
are seen
but for a moment
then leave
without trace
***
***
the smiling morning
her rosy fingers
reaching
pushing night
away
***
frozen empty head
fingertips looked
for myself
the footprints
not mine
***
rose briar's shadows
twist
then merge
morph into
fighter aeroplanes
***
***
preyed
on
her mind
and
wouldn't go away
***
black spiders scuttling
on ceiling
walls and floor
then
no spiders at all
***
***
insect
intent
on stinging
yellow and black
motorcycle and rider
***
in
dark archives
of the mind
some
gaudy trinkets
***
options
for
my dreams
some
check boxes
***
pencils
meticulously sharpened
slowly and deliberately to a long fine point
penknife
snapped shut
***
perfectly still
my body
does not exist
only my head
is thinking and creating
***
wandering
through fields of massive windmills
a wind farm
I can't help thinking
of Don Quixote
***
uneven
patchwork quilt
of different ageing greys
an old tarmac
single track road
***
perfectly still
my body
does not exist
only my head
is thinking and creating
***
wandering
through fields of massive windmills
a wind farm
I can't help thinking
of Don Quixote
***
uneven
patchwork quilt
of different ageing greys
an old tarmac
single track road
***
***
as soon as doubt entered my mind
I was on the right road
birds appeared suddenly
they dipped and dived
and led the way
***
climbed and climbed
single track road
no passing places
suddenly
a vastness appeared below
***
exquisite
purple bluebells
shading
under
larch's tender green leaves
***
mountain garden
full of heavenly scents
clouds passing through
occasional droplets of rain
so close to heaven
***
sit on tree trunk
sun breaks through clouds
showering me with warm rays
raindrops
patter gently on my face
***
***
cherry blossom
petals falling
wafting all around
like
blessings from heaven
***
yellow poppies
turning
their heads
to see
gentle misty sun
***
the wind
persuading cherry tree
to part with her pink blossoms
another gust of wind
sends petals scurrying across the grass
***
roses
cascading pink petals
into her heart
infusing
tenderness and love
***
a
sea
of powder blue
forget-me-nots
on top of a mountain
***
the pathless wood
the fallen leaves
crunching underfoot
all returned
to source
***
***
fir trees
dark beneath
their tips so high
they reach
heaven's light sky
***
their singing
rose higher
and higher
an ascension
of larks
***
in the field
the crows'
parliament's decision
death
a murder of crows
***
she walked by herself
into an unused derelict
railway tunnel
many eyes watched her
a cloud of bats took flight
***
***
in their race
to be first
at the rescue
the blaze of dragons
set fire to the countryside
***
***
sunset
slowly
sinking
into
peach satin bedsheets
***
the ghost wind
creeping
round the gravestones
searching
for her name
***
***
lying
in the path
like old rope
a
knot of snakes
***
bracken
the
colour
of
foxes
***
***
following
their mother
as fast as their little legs would allow them
a
paddling of ducks
***
in the woods
under the leaves
the creep of tortoises
advanced
without being seen
***
the forest trees
gently reverberated
with the snoring
of
the wisdom of owls
***
***
careless tread
leaves footprints
everywhere
yet
Imprint of kindness is rarely seen
***
lapwing dived and wheeled, rose and plunged
among the guests
who were all highly entertained
not realising
a desperate mother was trying to protect her nest
***
old paintings
of
stags on highland moors
listening
watching and waiting
***
old
beautiful apple orchard
now neglected
gnarled
lichen covered trees
***
child
borrowed
grandma's tea tray
she slid
down grassy slopes gleefully
***
***
behind loose stone
in old mossy well
in apple orchard
the child
hid her treasures
***
child
gathered
the fern seeds
knew
they made her invisible
***
in grandma's cellars
damp and mossy
with tiny ferns growing
last year's pig hangs
its side green
***
footprints
wearing down
the ancient wayside path
through
all the seasons
***
misty morning
many shades
of grey
softly
blending
***
***
the sun
rose over
deep brooding silence;
the
redened land
***
vivid orange-yellow
autumn coloured path
straight ahead
as far as eye can see
then all is white
***
pebble
thrown in lake
ripples spreading outwards
spreading
a long way
***
on the rowan tree
two blackbirds
communicating
by song
and dance
***
sky
even greyness
a monotone
soft flush of dawn
begins on horizon
***
***
the child
always stared
into the still dark water
on
midsummer's day and watched
***
a
shadow
striding confidently
in
the
light
***
many winding tracks
but
doorway in hill
not
reached by any
***
her
heart
slowly died
the child
whose grave lay nowhere
***
dog
runs through
long grass
many
corn circles
***
waiting at traffic lights
I see blackbird
tugging hard at a worm
lights change to green
I go, bird gets worm
***
***
buddha
sits
facing
a row of
dandelion clocks
***
he looked around
saw he was lonely
so took some clay
moulded it
and breathed life into it
***
walking
the path
with you
the
stranger
***
***
dolphin
swimming
in a
sea
of blue
***
land cries out in pain
poisoned
by pesticides
sea
slowly dies
poisoned
by pesticides
sea
slowly dies
***
three paths
to choose from
two lead to the dark
the third leads to light
and a cliff top
***
the sea
returned
the child
one day
it would whisper her name
***
***
she
wanted
more time
the sea
gave her answer
***
water's reflection
perfectly
mirrored
the wind
holds her breath
perfectly
mirrored
the wind
holds her breath
***
a cast of crabs
sidled
along the sea shore
made play
for her toes
***
along
water's edge
reflected lights
twinkle
mysteriously
***
glancing back
she took one last look
dived in green-blue sea
a tail flicked
footprints in sand
***
***
amidst
the oil spill
the shiver of sharks
grew cold
and slowly died
amidst
the oil spill
the shiver of sharks
grew cold
and slowly died
***
at full moon
over the still silent water
dark shadows lay beneath
the wreck of sea birds
echoing the dead sailors' cries
at full moon
over the still silent water
dark shadows lay beneath
the wreck of sea birds
echoing the dead sailors' cries
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