Sunday
Afternoon
December sun turns the landscape silver nitrate: the day like an exposure for a
scene: between river and quarry pool where the wall is crumbling. We came here
when the wall was covered, unknown under earth and moss. We came here when the
earth tumbled, the slate blocks shining, the tree roots, exposed. We came here
when the water pushed through stones and through the dark roots, the fingers
fumbling.
Monday Morning
White noise in the chimney
hollow, tapping rain on window glass, strands of ivy shook loose, soft soot
thuds. All the electric is strangled: torches found, candles lit, fire stoked,
the fuse box investigated. The storm takes a pause, as though distracted. The
lights cough back. No sign of settle in this weather system.
The calendar is close to running out of pages.
Miles and miles we walked this year.
Today I will polish my boots.
That second pic is feeding some part of me.
ReplyDeleteLis, I really like your new profile pic. :)
The second photo is Mr walking the wall between the still quarry pool and the lively river. It's another world in the woods there. Also I like how the leaves in the top foreground look as big as he is, it's a faery scale! And I really fancied some colour in my profile- I get very lazy with these things but a New Year prompts change :-) x
ReplyDeleteI also love that second picture.
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year!
I've always preferred odd numbers but 2014 has a good vibe - Happy New Year :-)
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