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ICARUS OF THE WOLDS
I think of the Yorkshire Wolds as my spiritual home, especially those high ridges - often the sites of ancient barrows - where, on a sunny day, you can gaze down and see for miles and feel that you are closer to the sun than those below you. Icarus of the W...
ICARUS OF THE WOLDS
ICARUS OF THE WOLDS
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Spurn - a view from the edge of the world.
Spurn – a view from the edge of the world. In so
many areas of life, it’s at the edges that things are the most interesting, the
most dangerous and, sometimes, the most magical. At the edge of the forest, for
example, the increased levels of light that filt...
Spurn - a view from the edge of the world.
Spurn - a view from the edge of the world.
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Roger Deakin - The Epitome of an English Eccentric.
Roger Deakin - The Epitome of an English Eccentric. Today is
19 th August 2016. It’s exactly 10 years since the untimely death of
my old friend, the author, film-maker and environmentalist, Roger Deakin and,
while I’m reminiscing, I’m thinking that if I don...
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EARTH-SONG
This poem came from reading the extract below: …I listened to the ancient, familiar, immortal,
dear cricket sound under all others, hearing at first some distinct chirps; but
when these ceased I was aware of the general earth-song, which my hearing had
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EARTH-SONG
EARTH-SONG
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WILD DAYS
Wild Days On these
wild days, when leaves pile up
beside the door, tired
earth itself lets out
a heartfelt roar, as the
sun, with corpse-pale face, is sucked
down out of sight and
beneath a windswept veil extinguishes
its light: the wild
days’ wilder night....
WILD DAYS
WILD DAYS
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ENGLAND ITSELF IS SACRED
Whinney Hill, taken from Millington Wood. I'm constantly intrigued by how poems form out of a single word or phrase. This one came from the phrase 'England itself is sacred' in a book I was reading. England itself is sacred. Worship
in the cathedral of the ...
ENGLAND ITSELF IS SACRED
ENGLAND ITSELF IS SACRED
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BEYOND THE PALE. Rewilding Psychogeography.
As a change from poetry, but related to it, here's an article I wrote about that wide-ranging and imprecise activity, psychogeography. Beyond the Pale. Rewilding Psychogeography. Beside
an old church in the pretty village of Rudston, in the heart of the Yor...
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REFLECTIONS: NOTTING HILL, 1969.
Something a little different from my usual
stuff. It’s been said that if you can remember the 1960s you weren’t there and
this is a hazy, collective impression from four and a half decades ago that’s a moment in
time from 3 years living in a seedy basement ...
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THE PATHWAY ENDS
This disturbing but compelling image - one of a series by French photographer, Cal Redback - reminded me of a poem  I wrote some time ago as part of a much longer poem entitled The Path - A Pilgrimage' The pathway ends The pathway ends; the wilderness preva...
THE PATHWAY ENDS
THE PATHWAY ENDS
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I DARE TO NAME THE HARE
Hare and Moon woodcut by Andrew Waddington: andrewwaddington.co.uk/Woodcuts March is the time of the hare, an animal I love. The starting point of this poem is an anonymous enigmatic Middle English poem entitled 'Les noms de un leuvre en engleis' or 'The na...
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