Category: Life and Death

The What of Life (1)

She was sitting in the front row – the car, for the first time in its life, had failed to start, and she set off late, as though projecting her future to this point – the front row of a group of about twenty people, a collective warmth -she had to admit – within which she was a complete stranger. They had sounded interesting. … Read More The What of Life (1)

The Makers of Fine Sticks

If you belonged to a species that regularly threw itself off a cliff, you’d expect that species – or that tribe – to die out pretty quickly… Let’s imagine that there was an annual contest of head-beating with sticks, and the losers – those left alive – were honour bound to march or stagger to the cliff-top and mumble a ceremonial farewell before casting … Read More The Makers of Fine Sticks

Spring’s Silent Song

  Is it perhaps in fingertips Where poised and ready reflex sits Sharpened, flexed and keen Framing March’s calling turn As brightness fills the sky ➰ Or feet that on an older ground Had slithered, moaned and grumbled loud Now, with bouncing spring and tread A lighter step as though ahead A different path awaits ➰ Perhaps the seeds delight and stir Where winter’s … Read More Spring’s Silent Song

Being here…

We were lined up against a stone wall – a very old stone wall. Forty ‘mystical pilgrims’ stood in the intense humidity of the entrance chamber to the Great Pyramid, dressed in simple robes; robes that had been used earlier in the day for a ritual baptism in the ancient inland waters of Lake Moeris. Lake Moeris is linked to the water-based initiations of … Read More Being here…

The Last Tailor

The Last Tailor — The clothes he wears are not his own They dressed the flesh to suit the dead With colours picked from nature’s prime And perfumes rare that round his head Entwine a crown of rule and law In broken pieces whispering of a thread ——- The white ones came and spun the rope That covered tailored blood and green And in … Read More The Last Tailor