Tales from the edge of the morning sky

Send us Fan Mail Statue Silver shadows,  fleetingly in wings,  lifting grey  and morning  across the sullen steel  and silhouetted sky,  And above the call  of rooks,  above the church  and tower,  block and stone,  belief and faith,  turning time,  in hidden chimes  and the passing  moments  of hurrying hours,  there stands a figure,  cast in gold  and bronze,  poised in grace,  light and dawn, ...

Send us Fan Mail Sign and Butterflies I saw  two teenagers,  deaf to the rush  of the city,  and the hurrying  world  around them, smiling  they were, and standing together  as if sharing  the early morning  sky  of summer  and blue,  they signed  in poetries  of sunlight,  love,  and friendship  walking together, dawning air,  fresh and new, their hands  and fingers, creating  and speaking silenc...

Send us Fan Mail Fog (In Spring) Feels like November,  without the darkness,  without empty leaves  and debris fall,  no wind,  no winter,  no hidden stars,  just the emptiness  of sky and call,  of rooks and cries,  for about the church  and tower,  the peel  of bells,  the lifting dark  and dawning grey,  spring lies, hidden,  in blossom,  in flowers,  summer lifting life  for the choir  of ligh...

Send us Fan Mail Thunder and  Silence  Still and silent, the hardness  of steel,  black and grey, presses and squeezes  the morning light  from a reluctant dawn  and leaden sky,  whilst below  in swathes  of new and vital green,  the earth exhales   and holds itself,  ready for the fall  and hammer  of early morning  thunder rain,  and though the birds  sing loudly,  in umbrella songs  of colour ...

Send us Fan Mail Slow  Slow are  the morning  skies to clear,  summer’s secrets  still hidden in spring time  flowers,  clouds  and tears,  For though  the trees  are full, with leaf  and opening  green, the plough,  earth  and seed  await  still  folded and unforeseen. And so alone I walk  along the path,  between  the fall  and rise  of hill,  river,  copse  and dale,  knowing life  will open  a...

Send us Fan Mail She sings She sings  atop the apple tree,  the morning opening,  springtime life  and sunlight  awakening,  across  the blue mist and gauzes  of dawn  and grey, the dew dropped  grass  a sweetening  freshness  of tears  and summer,  blossoming  and joy, in forever time and for today. And clothing  her meadows  and orchards,  standing,  awaiting,  upon her shoulders,  proud and tal...

Send us Fan Mail Eclipse: an episode. We looked out of the window. Suddenly, it had gone dark. As if we had awakened into a dream that was not our own. As if someone had slipped away from the world into shadow. There were some reflections in the window. A blue light. A pair of eyes. A line of light suggesting an open corridor: an exit perhaps from whence we came.  The shadow of myself peering into...

Send us Fan Mail Dancing (Horses) Dancing in the rivers  of darkness,  the twilight stars  in gentle dust  do fall,  the moon rises  hanging upon  rooftops,  beyond the city,  above  the blinking rush  of light  and roar,  into a deafening  silence  beyond the hew  and empty thrall,  And standing still,  three horses  hold the silence, facing the lengthening  shadows,  the steepening  stillness  o...

Send us Fan Mail Remember Rain? There’s something about the rain,  falling in tears  of silver, from the dull  and grey  of a weeping  sky, softly,  so softly, in thousands,  each in,  and one,  of the many,  the droplets  of memory,  upon the window  pane,  and so  to look upwards,  beyond  the puddled  terrace,  gardens  of green  and blossom,  the tickle  and trace  of pouring  waters,  to the...

Send us Fan Mail Spring  (Summer Bells) Summer bells  in Spring  do chime,  the blossoming of life  the passing  of time,  as above  the flowers, the sky  in blue,  longer to come the hours  of May,  the promise  of summer born in you. 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! p1964...

Send us Fan Mail Blossom (in the Rain) Blossom  in the rain,  falling petals  of spring  weeping steel  and grey  of winter  leaving, For at last,  wearily  and closing, his eyes,  heavy and drooping, shut as a rumble  of thunder  rolls  Rolls and echoes, across  an early  darkness,  the birds  silenced,  only raindrops  dance  and call,  to earth,  and soil To fall Into a deeper  darkness  of wai...

Send us Fan Mail The tree Between wind  and storm,  sea and sky,  the tree stood  through time,  rock,place,  roots deep, bough  and branch, stretching high.  And below,  his children  cried,played,  couples carved,  hearts, and kissed,  through generations  of footsteps  in passing, seasons made. For then  as now, in spring  the woodland blossoms,  with stories along pathways all journeys  true w...

Send us Fan Mail The Silent Sea She stood  beside the sea,  and watched  the sky,  in mirrors  of waves, upon the  golden shore,  overhead, the seagulls  swooped  and arced, weaving light  in invisible  nets  of crystal  geometries,  the sun slipping  beyond  the distance  and mountains,  sentinels  of ancient times,  and lore. And upon  the receding tide,  ripples of time,  the dance  of days  we...

Send us Fan Mail First and Light  Across the first,  the light  of morning,  beneath the fading  fall of stars, April awaits  through  the light  of dawn,  and grey, for beyond  the meadows, awaits  the birth  of life, of Spring and today. For above  the terrace, still sleeping, the early bloom  of flowers, a breeze,  the first  of summer lifts the silence  to hear  the birdsong  upon the broken ...

Send us Fan Mail Spring She was dressed  in moonlight,  swathed in stars  and walked across  the garden cold,  For Spring she wore  and spring she was,  robed in April  and early morning gold,  and though the frost  was deep,  the stars bright,  and the first calls  of life did sing,  winter turned again  towards the east,  and snow with ice  he promised to bring,  but the wind whispered,  the flo...

Send us Fan Mail Remember Snow? The dull,  heavy,  distant thud  of morning silence,  fills the snow  and fall  of December  dark and night,  for where else,  can one find  the dream  of summer, than in the falling  forget me nots  of snowflakes,  in the late  awakening  of dawn, and light? Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics...

Send us Fan Mail No (war) No words tonight, no clouds,  no sky,  no moon  nor stars  to guide  our way,  just emptiness,  the wind, brittle,  hollow  with memories,  life like quicksand  pulling time  love,  and care 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 feedback! p1964km@googlemail...

Send us Fan Mail Spring (A Love Song) Slipping into  the evening, darkness  the moon does rise, into hidden stars  and skies,  I’m missing you  walking beside me,  with tears  of yesterday’s sunlight  in dewdrops  of memories, falling  from my eyes,  For if beautiful  was a place,  it would here  in the moonlight,  walking amongst  the trees,  hand in hand  with you,  winter dreaming  of sunlight,...

Send us Fan Mail Morning (Spring?) I awakened this morning, opened the terrace door, looked out to life, a storm had passed, the sky in ragged edges, the wind still in waves and strong across the tides of sky and empty trees, clutches of daffodils danced and trembled, in choirs of yellow, singing in colours, blind to the hour, and the coming of spring,  And as I walked along the puddled pathway, o...

Send us Fan Mail Travels Strange feelings,  travelling  to another home, through black  and white  and monochrome,  sitting on this train,  looking out  across the grey,  the snow,  memories falling  in the hush  and quiet  a solitude  of the past,  warm in the heart  of family, outside  of the deepening  the winter cold, somehow, more  than the feeling  of passing through,  station after station,...

Send us Fan Mail Exhalation Tonight I opened  the window,  stepped out, onto the terrace,  and heard the last  of day and life,  passing in the climb  and rush  of a car,  as it struggled  up the hill,  coughing,  spluttering poison  into the fragrant  mournful evening air,  I turned back  away from sadness,  to the twilit garden,  the path of light  to spring,  looked up  to an Easter moon,  and...

Send us Fan Mail The Shadow Lion Like a roar  winter pounces,  the clouds  of March  torn asunder, in ragged edges  of petal, pearls,  steel and grey,  for hail  bombards  the treetops, the fields  and edges, abandoned towns, frozen in emptiness, across the cold of dawn and day. For April  hides  behind distant  mountains,  her sunlight, shattered  in splintered  shards  of ice,  and rain, for spr...

Send us Fan Mail Cold (and blossoming) Cold is the frost  returning,  across the blossoms  of early April,  falling in flakes  of ice upon  the frozen  hardened ground,  for the wind  still whispers across  the morning silence,  beneath the tree tops,  standing motionless,  in ancient times  profound. As above their age  and wisdom,  the sullen skies  cover new life,  in cloaks  of steel and grey,...

Send us Fan Mail Does? Does the moon rise  or does he sleep,  slipping from the heavens  in months to keep,  for as the cold  pressed stars,  turn in myths  across the skies,  the earth is hushed  into stillness,  her dreams, enclosed  in winter’s eyes,  And so tonight  above the silver  the rime  of frost,  over church,  steeple  and field,  to succumb  to sleep  and dreams,  I cannot but wait fo...

Send us Fan Mail Coming home (for your love tonight) He’s coming home, the day opening  in skies  of springtime blue,  he’s coming home  across the distance,  calling your name, falling into  the loving arms  of you. For it’s been  a long time, since the wind  blew as it did  today,  the sun and cloud  chasing each other  in joy,  in laughter, for he’s  coming home,  coming home,  coming back this...