What is it?

Words in motion; gathered from the day

Sunday, 28 September 2014

Why not fall?

Why not fall?
sacrifice movement 
to stillness

Offer farewell 
to the whirling 
of the day
and follow 
the forest into 
the halls of 

Finding rest 
deep in curling 
intricacies of 
root and rock
pillowed in velvet
deep, emerald,  mosses.
drawn into the warm umber 
of last year's leavings
Letting the earth carry 
you into forgetfulness. 

They fall, the 
summer leaves
in autumn dress of 
spiced ginger, crimson 
and gold. 

They fall
at the mere whisper 
of a breeze 
Letting go of all 
they are 
Becoming a coverlet 
of rare beauty 
In time 
a counterpane
quilted with 
spiderly handwork 
embroidered with  
earth's tears 
dew and rain 
becoming crystal 
in the beckoning 
of Stillness.

Let the forest 
gather you up
Let your breath 
be the rise and fall 
of autumn mists
Let your heart
be the beat of 
passing days
Let your spirit be 
the song of the earth.


Sunday, 24 August 2014

Twilight Zone

Driving from there to here
Under a fleecing of dark cloud
The horizon glimmering gold
Frantic heartbeat of tyre on tarmac
Juddering through arterial paths
Counting the space between

Funereal stancions of guarding light
Regard the stars with disdain
Highlighting the absence 
Three lane solitude 

A breath breaks 
Into a broken sigh
Unblinking eyes
Let go a glimmer of sorrow  
Clinging for purchase 
Cheek to jaw - then letting fall
Unsuspected grief
To the Twilight Zone


Sunday, 10 August 2014


Even if you don't... 
the stars understand
That darkness can bring light to life


Thursday, 20 March 2014

Woken Earth

The dregs of Winter 
have been drawn out 
and made anew.
A exhale of chilled breath
rests on the landscape.
Sparkled frost dresses the woken earth, 
glistening below tissued shrouds of mist.
A hopeful gift from Persephone
in the turning of the seasons.


Thursday, 16 January 2014

Snow Moon

Moon Goddess
Pregnant with longing
sighs of subterranean stirring

(elfje) wordinthehand2014

Friday, 3 January 2014

New Year Days

Sun rising

into sun setting
with a careless disdain
for the regimented
ticking of the clock