A Drop Spindle: Come Cutters (On climbing a hill fort and encountering swifts, on a windy day in early June) We climbed a hill today in sweet June-lightThat wind thrill, silvered grasses, chalk-bright.Below afield, far and broadTown and city spreads, cathedral hoard,Woollen woods and plastic seas,Skylark peals on quickened breeze.The lark ascending, old soul-kindle,Shelley’s muse,… Continue reading Poem Inspired by Walking This Morning, at The Trundle West Sussex.
This year, June is for me all about the build up to my treat of the summer… a weekend at the fabulous Wealden Literary Festival! Natural history meets book festival; the Wealden Literary Festival is looking like my perfect kind of weekend. This will be my first visit, although the event has been running for… Continue reading Reading Season
Thursday 21st March 2019 is ‘World Poetry Day’, so here are a few lines inspired by a love for my home county, its landscape, heritage and nature: the Sussex Downs. Downs: A Natural Heritage Bone chalk bruised beneath way-marked graze. The scent of you – woody and thyme filled, blossom haze. Flint nuggets, flat mat… Continue reading Downs: A Natural Heritage (World Poetry Day)
I felt swollen with joy, buoyed. My legs nagged sore from lack of use and breath wheezed and dragged on my lungs, but I’d stopped noticing, I was outside myself. I turned slowly on the spot, the scenery much the same as the last 100 yards, and the 200 before that, yet different every step.… Continue reading Lark Springing
It has felt like we have been poised on the cusp of the seasonal change for weeks. The cold weather we associate with winter lingered long into the 3rd calendar month of the year, and according to the weather forecast, hasn’t yet been completely banished to the mysterious artic north. But snow isn’t just a… Continue reading Blackthorn Winter
I have finally seen the bullfinches. All summer long I have heard their whistles from the long hedge that runs parallel to one of the glasshouses (of the plant nursery where I work) but they have remained elusive and disembodied. Today a movement in the bushes attracted my attention as I headed out on my… Continue reading SFN Journal – Autumn Almanac: A Sweet Utterance
Introduction – the turning year When planning some writing, there is nothing worse than sitting down to start a project, and staring at a blank white page! It can really stifle the creative thought process. Thankfully, today my page is far from blank. My inspiration has travelled forward with me thirteen years, from the days… Continue reading SFN Journal – Autumn Almanac