Image: Enjoying the view. Buckland Beacon, Dartmoor. 31/05/2020. LIGHTING THE BEACON. Today there was a surprise announcement that those who are in the shielded group can be be released from lockdown and meet, subject to social distancing, with one other person from a separate household. We all know that the Covid merry go round has…
Image: THINKING OF YOU. Mixed Media on Card. 15 x 15 cm. 2011. Dementia is a condition that affects so many, when memories have faded and time seems a mixture of confusing and disturbing recollections which come and go in misty waves on threads so thin they break as soon as they appear. It comes…
Image. Front cover, handmade. card. 2009. JUST REMEMBER. For years now I have been sending poems on handmade cards to my children and members of my family. This one was sent to my daughter to wish her good luck when she was taking her final exams as a doctor. At every juncture in our lives…
Image: LITTLE FRENCH INTERIOR. Acrylic on Handmade Paper. 2019. ZOOM has come into a lot of our lives lately as a way new way of connecting with a number of friends and family. Despite it providing a new challenge for the digitally challenged, it has been a lifeline for many experiencing the isolation of lockdown.…
Image: TV PRESENTER WITH BROWN SHADES. Acrylic on Handmade Paper. 1985. Thought I would stop preaching for a change and give you something to read. Paintings like the one above often give me ideas about the people in them. This is a prose poem I found in an old sketch book, based on an imaginary…
Image: KITE LADY DANCING. 2014. Watercolour and Gouache on handmade paper. Private Collection Devon. This little painting deserves a poem and so I’ve written one today. As they say in Strictly, ‘KEEP DANCING’. DANCING. The kite lady dances on the stage, without a care she turns and spins, lost in the music that the piper plays,…
Image: The thin Grey Line. Acrylic on Canvas. 2014. We often have to tread a fine line and we wish it was wider. Nothing seems more true than at the moment. This poem is about our relationship with that thing we call fate. FINE LINE. There’s a fine line we all must tread, a fine…
LEY LINES. The lines laid down by pilgrims who walked our holy land, by walking boots that leave their mark like footprints in the sand, by star crossed lovers wandering as in some living dream, by lonely souls who search for peace like ghosts who can’t be seen, by children on a sunny day who…
This piece has not been exhibited at all, it was completed ten years ago in 2005 and is called ‘Long Landscape’. It is a response to Devon’s wonderful fields that criss-cross this beautiful part of the world. I thought it would be a good match for a poem I wrote on this blog a couple…
WINNERS When every-ones a winner, no-one loses out, Like the National Lottery, we all have a shout, Winners take the plaudits, losers take the flack, That’s just the way it is, there’s no way back. You can be a hero when the chips are down, You can call it right all your friends confound, Win…
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