Month: July 2017

Fate of the Lir-Brood IX…

The Wyrm and the Wyrd: A life in pictures

Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
When we had finished looking at the Saxon crosses and the yew trees, we headed into the little Church of the Holy Cross. Even the doorway looked promising, especially as the porch was home to a nest of swallows, darting in and out to feed their young. Even after all this time and the number of…

Fate of the Lir-Brood IV…Stuart France

The Wyrm and the Wyrd: Caught on the Edge

Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
We had almost stopped there on our way to Wales. The suggestion had been made, but for some reason I had been reluctant to turn aside from our road west, for what might be no more than a walk in the woods. Not that we ever expected it to be that simple, but the mind goes…

Bright in the dark: endeavour and the lighthouse (3)

Something had happened when we decided to approach the strange village by walking along the beach and coming to it via the old but grand harbour, with its mighty blocks and sea-gates. It was only later that we realised that what we had, inadvertently, photographed in the far distance was the focus of the whole story. You could relate it to one of my … Read More Bright in the dark: endeavour and the lighthouse (3)


Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
A day bewildered Embracing summer’s passion Beneath stormy skies At my feet the heather blooms The heavens answer my tears There is a point on my journey when, at just the right time of year, there is a first glimpse of purple hope. From this distance, it is no more than a shadow bruising the green…

Pass slowly over me

Pass slowly over me   Blue and pearl of July sky   Lift from this day   A living crown of summer’s leaves   And place it on my hidden head   As lasting ghost of sky that shone   ▵   This done, let me pass this way    When days are dark and short   And ground is mud and slush   … Read More Pass slowly over me

Stellar Interiori

Of Time

Of Time—Of Time I do not speakPosition and duration are my nounsEternal transition my verbsConsciousness my palette —The plucking of imaginary pointsIs how you speak of timeInferred and constant highwayPresent only to the mind—-But passing time aloneKnows no such waypointsIt speaks, if at all, of watchersNow present to changes, now not. —-©Stephen Tanham

On the horizon…

Originally posted on The Silent Eye:
I always look forward to September. It is one of the most  beautiful times of year in Britain. The days are usually mild and often beautiful, the last of the heather lingers as summer slides into autumn…a perfect moment for a wander in the landscape…and what better way to spend my birthday than with friends in the ancient…


Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
She moved with the sinuous grace of a dancer or a thief; sleek and deadly. Her eyes were wide, feigning innocence. Hiding secrets… She licked her lips, as if she liked the taste of blood. The crime scene didn’t faze her, yet it was the worst I had ever seen. In my job, you see things…

Bright in the dark: endeavour and the lighthouse (2)

‘Surreal’ is an often used word and does its best to convey a moment, usually quite fleeting, in which there is both a heightened sense of ‘being there’ and another feeling of strangeness. The two come together and we feel vaguely uncomfortable that something for which we have no real words envelopes us. This state of consciousness is described in more detail in the … Read More Bright in the dark: endeavour and the lighthouse (2)

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