Category Archives: sound

Beech pools

Inquisitions of rain discover
Cusps in Brighty’s surface.

Shallow lacunae warmed
By fallen silks of beech.

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The Sound of Merlin

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A sliding purr,
Oh yes indeed!
But no tabby here.
Rolls among Royces –
The Barry White of aerial intent.

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The title for this tiny poem came from a suggestion that I spotted by artist Ian Spicer. As soon as I saw Ian’s title, I could almost feel the unmistakable throb of a low level Spitfire pass.

May 8th is my birthday – as well as that of personal hero and national treasure David Attenborough (Many Happies!) – but more importantly May 8th 2015 is the 70th Anniversary of VE Day, and of the almost unbelievable relief of a horrifically hard won peace: let’s give thanks and remember.

I happened on this video later… a visceral addition to this post! Some language slightly NSFW, but you do have to have the sound up (preferably LOUD)…


Present in scent

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In the evening darkness
You tap recent grace notes.

Singing moments more clearly
Than the instant of a bulb.

Coffee smooth as an unguent
Heralds near satisfactions.

The air dilutes her presence
Until a key click blooms with return.

If we shared a language
The words would still be silent.

Scents of slow time shadowing,
This longer minded now.

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The hobby drone

PtarmiganSubbuteo bombito v. Lagopus muta

“Let’s buzz a ptarmigan!”
Well, let’s not, I crab,
Silently defending,
Inwardly rankling at this sudden
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Flight desk

Flight desk is a poem in three parts. I wondered if I should break it up into three separate posts.  I thought that maybe people like poetry on the web not to be too lengthy. But I then I thought that it’s not such a long poem really, and that, if I was reading aloud, I’d definitely read all three parts together.

So in the end I decided to just post all the parts together. There is also a recorded reading – I’m a bit fluey today, so my voice is a little different 🙂 !

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Spring remembered at the changing of the clocks

spring-air-2A small plane eases set square perpendicular,

Skylarks bob and descant chorus,

Gorse spikes buttery by the broom’s lemon yellow,

Sun hazed scenting coconut,

Save these richer, richest, riches –

Keep safe this warmer wealth of light.

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Brandy nip.

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Un-busy my mind.
Spike these scattered thoughts
With heedless tranquility.

I will consume your silence
And drink your stillness,
As cool water on a hilltop.

Sheep, grouse, bee,
All go-back go-back to quiet,
In a windless Indian heat.

I am impaled by you, felled
Between humid vapours
and your shining face.

Pinch me awake.
I am a moth transfixed,
Drawn and ordered still.

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