She's not heaving wood But rubbing off her fragrance 'Essence of popcorn'
In a garden shaded by trees, Life outside washes by in the breath of the breeze Which rides the bells of the canterburries Warming to the sunlight bleeding through a perished fence Mr Piebald walks to the stone ring of a bird bath, And gazes dumb, Into the shallow mirror of the pool... Still.... Continue Reading →
“Why the hard frown?” I’ve basked in sulphurous pits Waded through ocean’s spit Only to be picked out by this circus clown. Let me sit and “hiss”.
After my December trip to the Galapagos islands, I started putting a few verses together, and am hoping to continue on the nature poetry front if I can bring myself to hit 'publish' without too much self-loathing. One of my favourite experiences on this trip was waking up at dawn to photograph the return of... Continue Reading →
It is the Canadian fall of 2016. Somewhere on the Arctic Tundra, in the remote Province of Manitoba, is a fenced cabin. What brings the weary traveller to this icy verge where civilisation ends 30 miles southerly? The idea of pushing beyond civilisation would have been an exhilarating enough experience to justify the haul, but... Continue Reading →
Stood amid a myriad of gannets revolving around the Yorkshire Belle was both an immersive and hypnotic experience, even if it brought the Dick Dastardly out in a few of us. The world of the gannet is one I was increasingly drawn to before heading up to Bempton Cliffs earlier this year. Their synthetically blue... Continue Reading →