Birds at Bishop’s Palace, Wells
Pen and her cygnets
Evening light on calm water
Following her home
Heron
Heron flies above
The old stone ramparts, herald
For the palace walls
Robin
Under the old yew
In the gloaming you watch me
Small red sentinel
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Breakfast with the birds
A pair of swallows
Perched on the telephone line
Call to say they’re here
Late afternoon
Willow sheds its down
Windblown to a lullaby
Sung by the goldfinch
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On subjects ranging from dreams and meditations to walking through local landscapes and towns, the author has created this omnibus edition of her lyric poems to celebrate turning sixty. This thoughtful and evocative collection celebrates everyday life and nature within the UK and acts as a diary for the poet’s inner life.
‘Stop for a second and hear the poem of your heart singing here and now.’
April
Two woodpigeons couched
Atop the blackthorn eating
The spent Spring blossom
On Gardening
Little goldcrest caught
Out the corner of my eye
Both searching for Spring
The chuckling hedge
Green shoulders shaking with glee
As Blackbirds shuck jokes
Dandelion clock
Goldfinch slides along the stalk
Counting down the seeds
March Morning
In the willow tree
Under a Van Gogh sky a
Robin paints in song
Goldfinches
Five feisty finches
Fill the golden willow boughs
With red hot trouble!
Powder puffs, dusted
Gold in the golden sunlight
Catkin and goldfinch
On the Spring Equinox
Now the day rises
Green leaves unfurl to greet her
And birds sing her name
Magpie
Four magpies fighting
In the road, oblivious
To me passing by
Magpie finds long stick
Jackdaw wants it, sky scuffle!
Fight, flight, Magpie wins
Robin
In the blackthorn boughs
Robin; red lantern on branch
Among the blossom
Goldfinch
Goldfinches riff free
Jazz. Syncopated beats on
Bare willow branches
Marsh Harrier
Gold wings in late sun
Struck from Thor’s hammer, bright streak
Of talons and beak
Starling Murmuration
Front row gathering
We wait for the performance
A winter ballet
Sky whale! Sky whale! Swan!
Starlings flow shapes across sky
Nature’s movie show
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I am delighted to release this new omnibus of my lyric poems, pulled from fifty years of poetry writing, on subjects ranging from dreams and mediations to walks through local landscapes, art and nature.
‘Instead, I am reflected as I am in the silver puddles
Imperfectly reduced to wiggly lines and shifting shapes
Drenched full of light and singing with wild birdsong’
(poem excerpt from Freedom 2017)
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This morning the starling flock flew out at dawn in minus six degrees centigrade, as they flew overhead, due to the thousands of birds passing, I was able to notice a pattern within the larger grid of the flock.
Starling DRS haiku:
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