Tag Archives: Time

JUNE

A dry June and roses and honeysuckle tumble in riotous flower down the path, below the gate, in anticipation of drought. They rush slowly (keeping vegetable time) towards the battlefield of fern and bramble which flows, inconclusively, to the cliff … Continue reading

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THIS YEAR

This year mixes spring and summer here, a sharp wind chasing baking heat. Hawthorn hangs like snow in clusters with gorse and last year’s bracken at its feet, turning the whole cliff into an in-between season. Beyond the hills lie … Continue reading

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BANDS

Down on the plains the air is thick with dust and shouting. (Even the animals shout as they are goaded to where they do not want to go from where they do not want to be). All curse and squabble … Continue reading

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TREMATON CASTLE

The great Bailey wall keeps the outside out. Inside, the silence settles like sediment in a pool. But there are sounds that do not disturb the dust and images that bend no light waves. A timeless, parallel world littered with … Continue reading

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GNOMON

The shadow of the gnomon slides at a steady rate. Even if the dial is ancient, the time itself is up to date. Though the train sleeps in the station, the sun just will not wait. And the ever moving … Continue reading

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TOMORROW AND TOMORROW

The pulling string, which is Time’s tether, brings and binds all things together in the contoured galleries of our minds. Piaf has been dead these thirty years or more and yet her voice is bought and sold in any CD … Continue reading

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THE FOUNTAIN

The Fountain The fountainreaches upwards into spaceand, finding nothingto sustain it there,falls back into its proper place. And in this endlessrise and fall,we see the start and finishof us all. Time fliesthrough summer and through wintry skies;measures elephants and butterflies,marks … Continue reading

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