Throw Me a Life-Belt

Rollercoaster

Tis a strangely mad route to take

When a decision has been made

To effect and affect the world

And how

And now

And when

As the little car clings to these rickety tracks

Following ratchet demand

Defying potential and becoming kinetic

And foreign

Alien

Like most decisions before.

                                                                       Long Tailed Tits......

This one decided to just get stuck in, right in the caged feeder.....

Second Coming.

Every night remains the same,

The day before, the waiting game,

The eye for the chance,

The monument's dance.

Here in your cavern, insane,

Nobody's ever heard your name,

Called over the cliff-top,

Scream please stop, don't stop.

All the tales that went before,

The bi-millennial metaphor,

My saviour's gone insane,

Sitting in on the waiting game.

The Lord of the Dance,

The eye for the chance,

What can you see there ?

Just the cavern's wall bare.

Anglicans and Papists,

Theological rapists,

Assaulting the mind,

With you left behind.

Come out from your cave,

In the land of the brave,

Hold up your hands,

Encompass these lands.

Jesu, I implore thee,

Rise up from the sea,

Walk up from the sands,

To encompass these lands.

The Oracle.

The oracle spoke

Through the early mist

Feminine and clear, the voice

Someone you might have kissed

A voice in tongues, words no need

But You hear

I hear you clearly

But deafened by fear.

Very nearly the view from my bedroom window. Hill House, and Cartworth Moor.

The North facing side of this part of our valley, bathed in yesterday's evening sun....

Gwyn accepting that her Dad is busy trying to capture the evening light, rather than working.

Hardly any rabbits there, and we lost our old team-mate, so working the brambles isn't really a goer right now anyway......

The Virgin's Song.

If she'd just look this way,

Ah, she's seen him.

Well, let the moments play,

Even sharks learn to swim.

Learn to dream, but awake,

Alert to the chance maker.

But when I saw you, him, the snake,

The two-faced fork tongued faker.

But the meat of the Bird of God,

Is poison unto the serpents.

See, his head starts to nod,

Under Satan's breath relents.

Retreat still smiling,

Is she coming our way ?

In your head she (your numbers dialling.)

Let bravura come to play.

Fortune will smile on the righteous,

But these days are long,

No fun for the virtuous,

As they sing the virgin's song.

Wait now, pretend not to see,

Ah, the introductions,

("Please fall in love with me."

There are no compunctions.

But the reserved

Is reserved for fate,

Your loss conserved,

And lands upon your plate.

Not necessarily  aesthetically up there, but, when you see a horse on a roof, when you've your camera in hand, what would you do....!?

 

The Old Boy

A couple of kids, from the school,

Used to come round and play with him

The old boy looked at the terrier.

Then there were two more then four, then ten,

All playing, and piling on him....

I wondered.

But he never turned, never grabbed, never bit.

He threw the yellow plastic ring.

A flash of inspiration, of sharp clean, white teeth,

Finished the game, and the sentence.

With wise ironic precision and

That knowing look.

Nice to see a few sheep up on the moor again, though not a fraction of what there used to be. Maybe they're escapees...... Times are a-changing, just wish they'd change for the better, for once.

 This old road is just about a mile straight.....

The Viewpoint.

The sombre reality

Surely a matter of perception,

'The Percept'.

Sobriety, a naked concept.

Shield my shame with numb mooring,

Bob in time with the lapping tides.

And still gain some acceptance

In a world adrift from itself.

Self-delusion, and image,

Prideless lion-cub.

Sober and incommunicado

With the dreamer.

The sombre reality is

Surely a matter of deception,

'The Decept'.

An old favourite...

For the record, especially for the UK, as I'm sure there are others globally, check out The Butterfly site......

As a rule, a tripod is way better for a long-exposure, rather than a mono, but hey, these will do......

 

My mistake, this last was the 1/4000th sec one.....but hey, it's my Blog.


This is the bit where I don't do personal, but as there isn't anything personal to write, that's an easy ask. Am shut. Closed to things, while able to smile and operate and function.

It's September, and I didn't post the David Sylvian song.........not sure if that's a good sign, or not, but hey.

Presented without comment.......!

Long Tailed Tits, Nuthatches, A random Woodpecker, House-sparrows, Blue/Coal/Great Tits, Robins, Blackbirds...... and earlier this week my first visiting Goldfinches......

Just waiting until the local Sparrowhawks suss it out, as my neighbour's cat has......


Stay strong, and thank you for visiting. It actually ridiculously means quite a bit to me. x