Tales from the edge of the morning sky

Send us Fan Mail It could be  anywhere  and here,  the sky,  the hush,  the silence,  the end  of a summer’s day,  the lapping  of waters,  laughter  from neighbours,  the distant bark  of a dog,  the final song  of a blackbird,  atop the afterglow,  the fire-lit tips  of trees,  in the last clouds  like islands,  the mists  along the valleys, fragrance  of night,  the coming  of stars and sleep a...

Send us Fan Mail Watching the Wind Warm is the sunlight,  sitting in the garden,  watching the wind  ruffle through  the old apple trees,  the fruit ripening, time passing  slowly blossoming  in flowers,  listening,  so softly, through summer’s  passing leaves.   Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! An...

Send us Fan Mail The Jewel’s Eye  (3) George watched. Or, rather he waited. He saw the cat, the boy, the cart and the dog. He had slept in his wheel chair all night. His navy binoculars hanging heavily around his neck. His bottle of whiskey one quarter empty. The pain still dulled in his legs. His head throbbed in rushes of blood pressure. It was low again. He knew it. And still he waited.  He saw...

Send us Fan Mail The Jewel’s Eye  (2) She stretches. Yawns. It’s a little after half past five. The house is quiet, still. Upon the mantelpiece, her mother‘s clock ticks against the hour. She’s fallen asleep in the arm chair again. Although the curtains are open, it’s dark in the living room. The massive furniture from her mother’s past haunts the room in shadows and drawers, memories stuffed in a...

Send us Fan Mail The Jewel’s Eye (1) It’s just after six, most of the earth sleeping, still. There’s a hush, a change, a whisper of wind, in the dappled hands, the flurry of motion in the trembling shadows of leaves.  The sun has just lifted, the early skies in a summer of days, a shimmering light and the jewel’s eyes of shining blue.  A few cars in the distance,snake their way, along the curving...

Send us Fan Mail Travelin' Light Leaving my bags behind and takin' the road, I'm leaving the past behind me, and traveling back home. The sky's above my head, the road's winding wide, I've given up pretending that my past can decide. There's a wind right behind me, and horizons to discover, the road is my friend my shadow, and my brother. I've got time to be...

Send us Fan Mail Lastly  The last blackbird sings,  echoes,  quietly, across the late evening skies,  the night calls the dusk  across in silence, the last of daylight,  the afterglow  of goodbyes,  and as the shadows lengthen,  the hours running homewards,  to the end  of this summer’s day,  no words can bridge the future  until  and when, you can return again  from far away. Feel free to contact...

Send us Fan Mail After the Rain  In the early morning  of July and grey,  after the rising storms  of summer night,  the stars have fallen  in their thousands,  from the dusk  and drought  of evening light,  for after the rain  the cloud washed streets,  under the dripping green  of weeping trees,  the sky blinks  in puddles  of tears, for June has taken  her blossom  and flowers and sits still, ...

Send us Fan Mail War Crow A single crow  barks across  the dawn  the sunrise,  as the world  continues, dreaming, for all is hushed,  all is sleeping  all is still,  for in the returning shadows  of sunlight,  with the first glance  of awakening, morning opens  the coming shadows  of another  summer day. but as the first,  the breath  of wind,  waits  and wafts, the smoke   then stirs  through  me...

Send us Fan Mail A  short piece about stepping out, exploring new experiences, to stand  upon  ‘new grass,’ under a blue sky, with a lake in front of you, a busy, bustling city behind… Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback! p1964km@googlemail.com

Send us Fan Mail 3 Red Kites The first followed me,  lifted me away  from my self,  split the seed  of sky,  rattled the clouds,  shook the thaw  of thunder, chased the moon  hanging  from the bracelet  of stars, and skipped away from the night, beneath the trees, and hurried,hidden, across the dawn, above the forest  and left the path behind,   for the opening door  of day. The second,  swooped f...

Send us Fan Mail When we leave  each other this place, to go away, on our journeys, perhaps  we will return, to each other once again. But for now,  for now, for those of us  who will leave, let us take nothing nothing away, save the memories of us of a you  and a me,  an us, that was  this time and for those  of you, who stay behind,  to belong here, between the walls, along the corridors, in the...

Send us Fan Mail His empty sky  Listening to the last  of summer birds call,  across the distance,  the fading rush  of the evening homeward  drive,  the hurry of life times,  dulled in the midsummer heat,  trapped in metal  and glass,  immune from the skyline,  the sinking splendor  of a declining sun,  for here  only silence grows,  thick,  as the cicadas regular staccato,  tick and hum,  tick a...

Send us Fan Mail Into Into the dawn  and darkness,  for the sun  has slipped  sidewards  and has lost  his way,  the earth shudders to a halt, faltering upon  a needle, for time  has stopped, the hours not moving, since summer  left,  and  went away. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me...

Send us Fan Mail Thunder  With all the windows open,  the sky pressed  and shuddered,  the dull thud  and grumble  of thunder,  shaking the room  upon which I stood,  and just as I had thought  to move,  a flash  of lightening  split the roof,  the heavens above my head,  so I slammed  the window  against the roar  of rain,  and awoke  from my dream,  as soon  as I could instead. Feel free to cont...

Send us Fan Mail Wind Blustery,  invisibly pouring  sunlight  in overflowing cups  and floods  of golden,  heavenly blue  and dreaming summer skies  blowing life, in melodies  in whispers  across a garden of silent flowers nodding heads and courtesies,  in mock surprise.  Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my wr...

Send us Fan Mail Wished Beauty kisses,  lightly,  the early skies  of summer dawn,  the sun rises  above a dreaming earth,  another day  is slowly born,  and so I look  up,  and wish  from the morning sky,  a heaven  of falling stars,  each a blessing  of blossom  of peace and hope,  to rid the world  of pain and war Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can s...

Send us Fan Mail The Hollow Empty  are the roads,  the cars,  the shop windows,  the streets  and alleyways  that led to the old stone church  at the top  of the hill,  even the avenue  of trees  are abandoned  by the wind,  for solitary stands  beside silence  and all  is shut all is still And as the   shadows slip  from the shoulders  of darkness,  into the blindness  of the approaching  dreams ...

Send us Fan Mail And so begins… And so begins  the morning rain,  the skies deepen  above the green  to grey,  to slate,  to black,  as the sun blinks  once  and slips  behind  the morning trouble  of a weeping sky,  not bothering to shine,  or to simply look back. for the birds  are singing  across the dappled silence, across the trembling thousands,  of a summer  of leaves,  sparkling in the mil...

Send us Fan Mail Silver Green Touching gold, the fields of morning green, above the skies, beyond the sun, June waits unknown,  unseen, for listening quietly  to the early call of another  passing May, time ticks slowly, the village clock chimes  the hours, as spring  slips, still further away.   Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further t...

Send us Fan Mail Night  Night,  and the sky  turns,  from azure,  to blue  to green,  the first  of stars rise, from a time  left, unseen. And now, before  I sleep and dream, the memories of a future day, I look  instead,  to the west and wish, the dawn to rise again upon tomorrow,  from the memories  of today.   Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can sugge...

Send us Fan Mail   Skylark  singing deep,  high, in a summer  of blue, she unfolds  the skies  with birdsong,  whispering winds  and wings, the passing  of moments  hidden from view, for rare  is the summer  so golden, her skies  so bright,  with clouds sailing,  across heavens  of seas,  and tides so full   of life,   and new,  so better  then  she lifts not  the dreams  of tomorrow,  instead  ke...

Send us Fan Mail Storm: the Raven’s Eyes First the barking  of dogs,  the dull distant thud  of thunder,  then the calm,  the wind,  the hiss  of distant rain  before the sudden  the strike through the tossing heads  of trees, wings blown before the roaring rage of collapsing air, the heated metallic  magnificent steel blue grey,  of the raven’s eyes.  Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who...

Send us Fan Mail Blink Dawn light  the morning, the rise  of the eastern star traveling hours  across the heavens,  measuring  where we are,  one among billions,  a blue blink  of an eye,  across fields  and meadows  of time,  born again  each day,  in a chorus,  of being,  and becoming  alive,  she dreams from afar. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can s...

Send us Fan Mail At Dusk From blue,  to silver  to the early evening  skies, the fall of day,  the last birds sing  the first of stars,  of gloaming,  the sun slipping  still further away,  for it’s warm now,  the evening wind  rests  with a hush,  the quiet  of sunset,  the clouds above  in pink  and crimson,  sail across the ocean  across tides  at dusk. for an open sea,  is inside of me my eyes...