Journey to London, August 1st

Thoughts on Public Transport



Pewsey Hills

mist of Vale rising

unclothing hills of ivory

revealing glory









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

Catabolic Grace

Harvest by Oliver Freeman


reproduced with permission ©Oliver Freeman

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