An Autumnal Bath


Following ancient gunnels like a torrent

of water

Curious, mindful

Pooling in a white bone pit

At eye level with the ground

I watch with soft fascination

The spiders have been at it

Their silver webs lace the ivy mat

It is a phantom geometry

A patient beauty humming with existence


Everything in its place


Take this fallen tree

Its roots hinged out of the earth

To form a living throne

Seat of the everlasting now

The root formations mirror the interlocking

Of branches in the canopy above

They are the flailing limbs of woodland sprites

They pattern the sky

Just like they pattern the under world

As it is above, it is below


I press my fingers into the wet moss

New bliss

I note the soft spongy bark

New waves of bliss

I lie in an autumn pool of colour

In pure incessant red and yellow bright

Heaped leaves where my feet once were

Now whipped up in a cyclone flurry of earth scent

Oh yes!

The depth and substance of that smell contains


Contains death

Gives way to life

Death to life, Alive


Gazing at Swifts

Black dots of activity swirl in whirlpool intensity

In blissful radial symmetry

Swifts frantically prepare for night

Form phrase from flight


Birds in natural chaos

Order themselves in a flurry of spirals

Darting in clusters for their home

The gasping jaws of the cave hold safety

They weave between stalactite in glee

Oscillate like water breathtakingly


It is an urgent surge

The days last dance

Fork tailed swifts charge the last throws of light

Scatter in reds and freewheel on air

Where the river leaves the mouth of the cave

they muster with hypnotic energy

I know in that moment

Part of me is forever free and made for synchronicity




Water makes the world chant

A steady whisper heard by billions

of twitching bodies

Resonators constantly receiving

the unfinished news of the living


Liquid norms undulate above and below

Even within us

We clatter and churn like water contained

Dash after dash after dash

No longer at home

On our home


Listen to the humming secret in your body

Beyond the unseen and insular

A mysterious and intimate knowledge waits

A language we were born with

Wordlessly it cycles through our existence

Evaporating off the dry husk of hardship

Returning in fresh downpour time and time again


Echoes and Edges

Echoes and Edges create sonic worlds inspired by poetry. I had the  opportunity to offer some of my words for them to improvise over. It was a pleasure to hear how the words animated and took on fresh expresssion as a result of their work.

You can listen to their latest response to one of my poems 'On these things and more' -  here


Chatter Speech Screams

Anthropocene we know you will not pause 
Gears grind gung-ho, macho ideas win 
for now, drowning rains we debate the cause 
We callous conquerors turn from dark skin 

Elemental fury has me shaking 
Land ice is sweating to kill in cold blood 
The seas surge god like, human hearts aching 
Flood after flood after flood after flood 

The angry planet holds some special good 
You can hear it at the mouth of a brook 
Each tree has a tongue speaking for the wood 
The loose jaw of nature an endless book 

We have to realign, do something and weep 
Change is here, we are all called to leap