Day Seven
The magpies are chattering again Passing messages from cork oak to cork oak In the northwest wind. They ignore the lore of One for sorrow, two for joy, Too busy… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
The magpies are chattering again Passing messages from cork oak to cork oak In the northwest wind. They ignore the lore of One for sorrow, two for joy, Too busy… Continue Reading
the floodlights make the air visible swathes of atoms dance giant moths rise to the heat and light of the last evening of summer he stands outside the stadium awake… Continue Reading
scarred earth there were once three sisters before the days were named fires everywhere tall and bright and pale walking on the heath where the water runs… Continue Reading
Originally about the end of the cricket season, Season’s Close is also about the ending of any era, with the hope that the good times will be back before… Continue Reading
I used to tell my children The darkness is your friend To help them sleep at night Even though I always slept With the curtains open Before I met their… Continue Reading
I saw death loitering By the back door Out of the corner of my eye, Briefly illuminated by the glow Of my pre-dawn cigarette. She sniffed at the smoke, Stepped… Continue Reading
It is the weight of this year, The heaviness of each dark morning, The silence of the first waking, And the emptiness of air Where once warmth was, That makes… Continue Reading
Summer always comes to its end Too quickly, too soon, and Regrets are too easily dwelt on, And sadness inevitable, after these Days of joy and fear, and the Bonds… Continue Reading
Sometimes, I wish I would not share my children’s taste in music, Nor shared with them the music I love, And that they hated what I like. Sometimes, I wish… Continue Reading
Dear Ren, By way of a terrible piece of timing, I have just got back from my daily walk drenched to the skin, and my skin exercised by the hailstorm… Continue Reading