Journey to London, August 1st

Thoughts on Public Transport

 

 

Pewsey Hills

mist of Vale rising

unclothing hills of ivory

revealing glory

 

Wroughton

Over

Wrought

On

The

Bus

 

The Train Cuckoo

In the Reserved seats,

elsewhere by fate diverted,

invisible men;

weather, lover’s bed or grave?

What cares the cuckoo for why?

by Gail

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Catabolic Grace

Harvest by Oliver Freeman

‘Harvest’

reproduced with permission ©Oliver Freeman

http://www.oliverfreeman.me.uk/

this poem was inspired by the powerful images

of nature and decay; of beauty and desolation

in Oliver Freeman’s art

 

 

Catabolic Grace

*

land undulating

in to rolling furrows ploughed

defiant decay

waste of catabolic grace

dross in to gold in to dross

*

at the seasons edge

green waves, shining muddy rills

euphoric rising

flower painted battlefields

gold in to dross in to gold

*

by Gail