Month: March 2016

Nine minutes to One – part one, The Bridge of Falling

  Nine minutes to One – part one, The Bridge of Falling Later, they told him that he had not come from the mountains. But that was much later… In the beginning there was a storm on a mountain top. He is falling, tumbling, blown by the gale as he falls, like a thing that no longer has a home there. There is lightning … Read More Nine minutes to One – part one, The Bridge of Falling

Frozen Steps

In response to Sue Vincent’s photo prompt – The Stairway http://scvincent.com/2016/03/25/photo-prompt-the-stairway/     (In the style of Sufi poetry)   Frozen Steps —- Examine frozen Find your rhythm In the tapping of ice crystals — With  your most foolish foot Slide forward the sole And feel the danger In the deadly realm where Blood and pain meet — And then — Disregard them all In … Read More Frozen Steps

Bound

Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
The long stems of the periwinkle, vinca major, were used to make garlands and their Latin name comes from vincio, ‘to bind’. Periwinkles have been used medicinally for centuries, principally for its astringent qualities and to help stop bleeding. It is also used by herbalists to help diabetes.  In folk medicine, an ointment of lard and…

Ben’s Bit, part 15 – Bolero

Ben’s Bit, part 15 – Bolero At first, I think it’s a memory of a dream – of that night when knowledge of the unknown Miss Goodnight, soon to be Golding, came into my life. The heels on the concrete corridor this time are tapping a slower rhythm. It passes my cell door, rendering me fully awake, then diminishes as she walks further along the corridor. … Read More Ben’s Bit, part 15 – Bolero

Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee, part 54 – The Tower of the Red Figures

  Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee, part 54 – The Tower of the Red Figures .Alexandra. There was a coffee, a rucksack and a small, red, paper person waiting for me when I arrived at Rose’s Cafe that last Monday morning. But no uncle John… The coffee was hot, so I knew he had been there. Besides, I could ‘feel’ his presence, even though … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee, part 54 – The Tower of the Red Figures

Spinning Blue

  I’d told them before, the chromatic lens effects were just that: blue light…stuff and nonsense… And they had smiled, kindly, and another pint of Guinness had arrived in the old pub in the forest. And then the dream came and the bar vanished. And I was in this bright wood, alone with the blue light…and two old stone mills, that whispered, “Follow…” Now the … Read More Spinning Blue

The panicked and the blessed

Originally posted on The Silent Eye:
There I was, happily putting a few things together to take north at the weekend… odds and sods that need adding to the things we will be packing to take to the April workshop, when I realised that this could be it… the last time I run north before the workshop… A quick calculation says that yes, it…

Ben’s Bit, part 14 – A Pruning of Normality

“Tell us about normal, Ben?” asks Dr Grey, looking like a man rejuvenated, as he glances sideways for approval from the silent Governor. “In your own words, of course…” I try to stay calm. The three people in the room are transmitting a mixture of emotions at me. I’m very sensitive to that. It’s probably what led me to study spirituality. You can’t always … Read More Ben’s Bit, part 14 – A Pruning of Normality

Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee, part 53 – Two Rivers

  Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee, part 53 – Two Rivers .Alexandra. It was still dark, though the light from the East was streaming into the cold, blue, air. The two take-away cups of coffee looked disappointing. Not because I could already seen their contents, but because they weren’t from Rose’s cafe. “Last week we were flying over North Lancashire and now the edge of an … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee, part 53 – Two Rivers

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The Last Temple of the Celts

Originally posted on Feral Words:
The Druids Bringing in the Mistletoe, by Edward Atkinson Hornel & George Henry The west of Europe used to be full of Celtic temples. In every settlement, every holy grove, every mountain top and ring of stones that held any import for the peoples of old there would have been some structure marked out as holy, a place to connect…

Sentimental sediment

Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
Image: MyLot It is a long story, but suffice it to say that for the past year I have been trying to move to a smaller place. My current home has more bedrooms than I need. A smaller place makes sense. It is not what you’d call a big house, not if you consider that it…

Darkness is woven from light

In response to Sue Vincent’s Photo Prompt. “It’s not complex, it’s just dense!” “Dense?” “Yes, dense, like ‘buried’ – way underground, but very much a part of everything!” “How’s that?” “Think of roots – can you see them?” “Well, not normally, no…except if you pull up the plant and lose the flower.” “Quite! So you wouldn’t inspect the roots that way, would you?” “No.” … Read More Darkness is woven from light

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