Thanks for taking a look. If you've been to the website before, I have just updated it with a couple of new pieces . One looks back to the Covid summer of 5 years ago: I am blessed to live in a village where we had the reminder that despite everything the seasons kept on and the promise of harvest was also a promise of hope.

The other (three actually) are a trio of sonnets inspired by evening on the Cornish coast, between The Lizard and St Michael's Mount ,

Hope you enjoy them.

1/7/25

The grain grows tall

Midsummer now. The wheat stands stiff and straight

Grey turns green as clouds hide then clear the sun

Twenty million upright unripe ears

Ninety growing days from small seeds sown

Ninety-one since this pandemic time began.

Reality of numbers. No stray weeds

Of wistful imaginations’ fantasies.

Hard facts. Hard grain. Existence. Basic needs.

Down the road the soft barley lilting sways

Greensilver rippled by the gentlest breeze.

Whispering soft, caressing the bare legs

Of those who slip between new growth and hedge.

Poppy blushed, flower of joy and loss and hope.

Barley becomes beer, malt loaf, cattle feed

To bring us milk, beef in the months to come.

Good things add life to basic being’s creed.

July 2020

I am fortunate to live in a village. During that first year of the pandemic I followed the progress of a field of wheat on the edge of the village which I saw being sown just as lockdown began, Its growth over the summer was a reminder that the seasons were still going on and the hope of harvest became a hope for the end of the pandemic

If you would like to read more, please go to the poetry section: I plan to update this every couple of weeks or so

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I’d love to hear from you about my poetry journey!