Ironstone and Irises

Welcome to my first attempt at sharing some of my poetry and pictures online . It is very much going to be a work in progress, but I hope you enjoy what I have managed so far

Ian

3/13/20251 min read

Spring bike ride in the fens

New wheat shoots make a springtime sea of green

That shines as water under morning sun.

On either side the wooded slopes recede

As though we headed from an enclosed bight

To the wide oceans of the east.

The quiet roads like surface currents take

Our bikes as craft that sail against the wind.

Farms and grey woodlands reefs and islands are

Homes for humanity to work and love,

Ports to hunt the harvest of the fen.

We go about and run downwind to home

The friendly coasts draw in. And far ahead

The minster towers are leading marks by day

And lights by night to guide land sailors safe

Beneath the overarching sky.

April/May 2016

an abstract photo of a curved building with a blue sky in the background

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