Monday, June 29, 2015


The night sky is on fire
Set aflame by an orbit
Whose zenith has passed
Shadows will lengthen
Time runs to softness
Candlelight days begin
Melting in glorious decline
As icing left out in rain
Though still as sweet

Thursday, June 25, 2015

Todays Pictures

Picture from the garden today

Cows in neighbouring field


Tiger Iris

Bee on Poppy (see video on post below)

Gladiator Bee

Don't normally post videos but this bee collection pollen on a poppy to the sound of Gladiator is really cool (I think)

Tuesday, June 23, 2015

June Flowers

Well it is all very green but we can thank the rain for that. The Iris are here and likewise the lilac and all I want is some sunshine to bring everything else on. Here's hoping but the forecast is not very optimistic for the next 2 weeks.


Monday, June 22, 2015

Summer Solstice

Spent in the fire
Of preceding night

The longest day is unseen
Washes of cloud hide dawn
And where to now?
With druid robes unsullied
Altar stone bare and cold
Heels walking incomplete arc
The solstice was here
But the sun was not

Friday, June 19, 2015


Even blackbird
Looks to heavens
In questioning gaze
What has become?
Of bright, bright, days
Plumes of slate
Quarried from sea
Roof this June day
And the closer
To the sun
Wheels the north
The less the heat
Radiates from this pyre
We call summer

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Garter Ceremony Windsor (2015)

Pictures from the Garter ceremony at Windsor Castle on Monday from Mike

Monday, June 15, 2015


Grey buildings take light
Transform to honeyed stone
Heat finally comes
Soft waves
Butter on golden toast
Melting under June
A cobalt arc of birdsong
With feathered edges
And men smoke something
On top a railway bridge
A glorious disobedience
Tattoos over unused muscles
Too many swear words,
And far too few clothes
But this is a northern summer

Sunday, June 14, 2015

The Bronte's

Where cobblestones met Christ
Tis desolate even now
Twas even drearier then
The Bronte's parsonage

Amongst stone sentinels
Scrolled with fond memorials
Carved upon earth's rocky bones
Thus born of a tiny garden
And written by candlelight
The imaginings of minds
Ennobled by bleakness
Imprisoned in the gloom
Were blooms fated to fade
This flowering of young women
Among rolling fields and heather
Grew metaphors and allegories
To meet in ardour upon pagan crag
Heathered moors and heathen men
For where else might minds go
If not to the stitch, brush or pen
High on the Yorkshire moors
Where the wind holds sway
In Howarth's deep catacombs

I visited Howarth in Yorkshire on Thursday where the famous Bronte sisters lived. The setting of the parsonage is very atmospheric. Well worth a visit.

Friday, June 12, 2015


What does make the rabbit quail?
But sight of a dogs wagging tail
Yet safe in hedge, thinks he thus
But on t'other side, lurks slinking puss
He is thus found without one friend
When only predator's nature does send
To run to ground, his best defence
Into the burrow where he came whence
In a splash of brown the race is up
But he's too fast to be caught by a pup
A rabbit's life is so full of despair
If only he were as fast as a hare

Thursday, June 11, 2015


And so sleep on silent witness
For what may arise in the night?
Poke and prod the unaware sleeper
A mole squirming in airy darkness
Expanding covertly; seeking release
Under the white sky of bed linen
And yet sleep on still; dream contented
Stroke its magnificent accumulation
In clockwise, unconscious relief
Till discharge comes into night arms
The explosion of a need over want
And see the fart fade like a ghost

Wednesday, June 10, 2015


Unseen in a crowd
It was there
All the time
Codices of defeat
Hiding in the prosaic
I never saw it
But you did
Saw that I was alien
Living a life
That somehow fitted
Everyone else

Tuesday, June 09, 2015


Among the fractures
In search pattern theta
The oblique dance
Stutters and weaves
She hunts like a fire
A yellow conflagration
Within a green maze
And we call her vicious
And she is; magnificently so
But splendour is moot
She wishes only to dance

Monday, June 08, 2015


But savour not this recovered honour
It is withered in the boastful violence
Pierce me and shall I not also bleed
And so much the easier than thou
And see, he does not just prick me a little
He wounds deep this foolish pride
Dashes to the floor false accusation
That would make of him a eunuch
Unable to indict all beauty by day
Or discharge the unlovely during night

Saturday, June 06, 2015

The Rose

A rose no less the sweet, this summer did birth
Now lies less noble; wilting upon the earth
You would think of me injured by this deed
And in blush of crimson my heart does bleed
Who wreaks such war on my revered ground?
Blame lies beyond doubt upon raggedy hound
In the eager hunt his canine nose doth tread
Upon the grass and over fragrant flower bed
But have a care as you ramble without fear
To be more gentle with William Shakespeare

Friday, June 05, 2015


As we busily unpick strands of time
Into the last gulp of night before day
Remember luck is a poor man's hope
Or else we should hazard summer has come
With all hope of winning the wager
And that which reddens and browns
Under the stellar furnace above
Are not only the apples on the trees

Wednesday, June 03, 2015

Entwistle Reservoir in rainy June

Entwistle Viaduct

Buttercups in field

Tree Python

The heron sculpture

Canadian geese on a stopover

Panorama in the rain

Monday, June 01, 2015

Garden May 2015

Cool, green pond plants

Robbie thinking of food

William Shakespeare makes his entrance

Hop climbing around Iris