Focussed was I,
on the pain of fiery rage
I lost sight of fire's beauty... more»
The heavy cries of the swooping seagulls fell silent and a chill crept into the air as the Moon came between us and the Sun. The deep shadow, which formed first in the North Atlantic, swept up into the Arctic and at the North Pole became no more. As the recent solar eclipse reached totality and the irridescent crown of the corona surrounded the sun, words from PÃ¡draig Ã“ Tuama's poem, In-between the sun and moon came to mind... more»
road corner flooding within minutes... more»
I saw it on the Salisbury Centre stall.
It was the shape that drew me - simple and symmetrical.
Carefully I picked it up and turned it round
to savour its perfection. more»
a gentle push
and a wicker basket
carrying treasured cargo
floats down the Nile. more»