by Steve Tanham
It is hauntingly beautiful. It sits in its own part of a lovely estuary, just east of Porthmadog, in the south of Snowdonia, Wales. Its name is Portmeirion and it was the life-work of an architect named Clough Williams-Ellis, who held a passionate belief that a ‘tightly-grouped coastal village’ could be developed in that majestic mountain setting, and that its development would illustrate how … Read More The ‘Village’ and its occupants
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
The great houses and stately homes are all very well in their way, but the real joy of our visit to Dunham Massey was the deer park. The first recorded mention of the park that surrounds the house dates back to 1353, when both the park and the mill were documented. It is the only surviving…
by Steve Tanham
Seen differently A dark snake winds up the hill To penetrate our lives ➰ Seen differently Silver birds flee, screeching From its venomous intent ➰ Seen differently, again The hedgerow filled with life Laughs with the hungry birds At the harvest of sustenance ➰ See again See beyond the image of our fear To where the world is… ➰ ©Stephen Tanham
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
Wandering the backroads that meander through the hills between Staffordshire and Derbyshire was something I had been promising myself for a while. The map is the last thing on my mind… I just point the car in a generally northerly direction and let the roads take me where they will. In this way, I get all…
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
It hardly seems possible that it is already a month ago that we were waiting in a place between the worlds for the rites of Beltane to reach their culmination. Glastonbury…the fabled Avalon… is a place where the veil between realties always seems thin, and in this case, the geography aligned itself with legend as we…
by Steve Tanham
How long it took to make him My secret self and I To stabilise and raise him That he might touch his sky Then watching as he made the world In image of his days gone by ➰ The jewelled world was wonderful For secret self and me So far removed from vulnerable Was where we went to be But jewel is as dual … Read More My Secret Self
by Steve Tanham
Small white flowers Rich with life but short in prime Draw the eye beyond their garlic breath To where the river flows ➰ Pastel greens, translucent, which Display their hold on nothing Yet are a cup for beauty Shimmer on imagined, naked skin ➰ As we, entranced by life beyond life Forget our fear, to tread dry mud And leaving garments, cast Our fate … Read More Gradient of life beyond life
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
Sunday morning, Beltane, the first morning of May…and we were in Glastonbury. After a leisurely breakfast, Alienora prepared for her role as Priestess in the morning’s proceedings. We would meet the others in the town for the start of the day’s festivities. By the time we arrived in the town, the place was already buzzing. The…
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
No false ideal can be a true defence When evil, as a spoiled and angry child Can break and shatter childhood innocence, To be, by any feeling heart, reviled. No hope can find its birth in violence As death’s own purpose is itself defiled. The earth is scarred by Man’s insanity And empty arms hold only…
Sun in Gemini 
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