Fate of the Lir-Brood IV…Stuart France

Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
* Come, brothers three, accost the coast And welcome Lir’s resplendent host Such woeful welcome from a fateful morn Will never bring to him bright morrow Unhappy sire, doomed, forlorn Left ever to mourn in hopeless sorrow. * …Eva arrived at the House of Red-Bove and said,…

The Wyrm and the Wyrd: Caught on the Edge

Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
We had almost stopped there on our way to Wales. The suggestion had been made, but for some reason I had been reluctant to turn aside from our road west, for what might be no more than a walk in the woods. Not that we ever expected…

Bright in the dark: endeavour and the lighthouse (3)

Something had happened when we decided to approach the strange village by walking along the beach and coming to it via the old but grand harbour, with its mighty blocks and sea-gates. It was only later that we realised that what we had, inadvertently, photographed in the far distance was the focus of the whole…

Fanfare

Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
A day bewildered Embracing summer’s passion Beneath stormy skies At my feet the heather blooms The heavens answer my tears There is a point on my journey when, at just the right time of year, there is a first glimpse of purple hope. From this distance, it…

Pass slowly over me

Pass slowly over me   Blue and pearl of July sky   Lift from this day   A living crown of summer’s leaves   And place it on my hidden head   As lasting ghost of sky that shone   ▵   This done, let me pass this way    When days are dark and…

Stellar Interiori

Originally posted on Stuart France:
‘…One becomes Two, Two becomes Three… And out of the Third comes One as the Fourth…’ – Mary the Prophetess. Plate One of Duvet’s Apocalypse. The Apocalypse of St John serves as more than just a Coda for the New Testament. Its constant cycling and re-cyclying of ‘sevens’ also re-works…

Of Time

Of Time—Of Time I do not speakPosition and duration are my nounsEternal transition my verbsConsciousness my palette —The plucking of imaginary pointsIs how you speak of timeInferred and constant highwayPresent only to the mind—-But passing time aloneKnows no such waypointsIt speaks, if at all, of watchersNow present to changes, now not. —-©Stephen Tanham

On the horizon…

Originally posted on The Silent Eye:
I always look forward to September. It is one of the most  beautiful times of year in Britain. The days are usually mild and often beautiful, the last of the heather lingers as summer slides into autumn…a perfect moment for a wander in the landscape…and what better way to…

Noir

Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
She moved with the sinuous grace of a dancer or a thief; sleek and deadly. Her eyes were wide, feigning innocence. Hiding secrets… She licked her lips, as if she liked the taste of blood. The crime scene didn’t faze her, yet it was the worst I…

Bright in the dark: endeavour and the lighthouse (2)

‘Surreal’ is an often used word and does its best to convey a moment, usually quite fleeting, in which there is both a heightened sense of ‘being there’ and another feeling of strangeness. The two come together and we feel vaguely uncomfortable that something for which we have no real words envelopes us. This state…

The Wyrm and the Wyrd: Side by side…

Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
We decided to leave the main road and take the back roads, just for a last look at the hills. Add that to the possibility of avoiding a long traffic jam just ahead and the fact that there was a historic church just off the slip road…

Raven-Post…

Originally posted on Stuart France:
* Fear Death-in-Life Get death in life… * Embrace Death-in-Life Get life in death… * ?