From Verbiage

Restoring Order

From the first to the last each generation passes in a single heartbeat. The earliest glimmer of life-like new-born stars that quickly reach their end. A million stories come and go in seconds. Now nothing except endless leaves drifting silently in the wind names, dates, achievements soon to be just echoes reaching far into the past.  Another night’s sleep ends abruptly. The room is still dark, a  grey half-light seeping from outside in. The distant moon weak, losing its battle with darkness. The darkness that fills our lives. A darkness so alien yet part of what we are. Tension lifts and…

Some Thoughts On Trees – August

Wonderful August! If you see me in a wood standing, staring, skywards. Leave me be I’m in a happy leafy world, my joyous perfect place. Each tree unique, working hard to save the planet. Right the wrongs brought on by man. Improving our poisoned air leaf by leaf. This ancient woodland is a dreamlike place, silent. Well, a kind of natural noisy silence? I wander aimless looking skywards, leaves rustle, wind, a distant train, a passing truck. For the briefest time I am alone drifting quietly, at peace through my wooded paradise. Trance like, detached in that special place. Stop, stare, breath.…

Order Is Restored

Sitting at the enquiry desk I feel a presence. I know it’s there. The building is old, a hundred years maybe more, with large cavernous rooms and stairways, The oldest part of the towns university and where the entrance to its main library is situated. I suppose it’s always quiet in libraries, Sunday mornings though are quieter than most days. High above me is a tall rather grand clock tower. I can hear it chiming every fifteen minutes. That’s not the noise today I’m focussing on today. Thuds and bangs high above me. As if some massive creature were  gripping the tower. I…

Whispers On the Wind

Whispers! Have you heard them at night, in the dusty attic, damp cellar or cold storeroom? They are there all around us. Some think they are whispers from God and angels or from Satan. Voices from the afterlife, the graveyard, the dark side. When you least expect them you will surely hear them. Whispers are there in our heads and hearts. They can be heard at sea, on the wind, at moonrise, at sunrise, on a quiet beach. The movies have taught us that you can hear whispers in the static on television and radio sets, or even the internet. There are of course whispers from space,…

Time Shift Burst

This working wood, a man-made world. Sky meets earth, trees reach water. No trimmings, frills, coffee or cake. A place to walk and think amongst the dark, sinister ditches. Life supporting, flood preventing arteries. Broad, leafy lanes, threading all around. How England must have looked when William took his throne. No ancient Kings in search of war today. These roads have one true purpose. To transport forestry behemoths, arriving for the cull. A stand of Willow, Oak or Ash may be spared. The lucky few will remain at the end of the day, for now though peace and beauty. Narrow secret paths winding deep into the far…

Fallen Trees

The whole world is there in trees, laid out for all to see. Fallen trees damaged, then miraculously healing themselves. New growth from apparent dead limbs. A slow definite purpose, wonderful beauty. Wandering through woodland my mind plays tricks on me. I see a striking woodland bird scurrying among the leaves. Or is it simply a gnarled twisted stump. I see a fallen tree in some ancient pool all rock, root and grass. My mind is over active, there can be only one explanation for what I see hidden but in plain view. Petrified for millennia at last broke free. A young and freshly hatched…

The Artist

As he walked into his garden the artist was presented with a beautiful sight. The sun shining, dew glistening on the grass. The garden stretching out before him. Flower beds bursting with colour and life. First thing coffee, then to work in the studio. The rambling old Victorian house, so untidy. A world of maps, books, half-finished paintings and art materials. Dust covered furniture, dark empty rooms. A dark empty place. His night had been spent like many before drinking himself to a point of unconsciousness. Many years had passed since his wife had left him to his wild destructive lifestyle.…

A Day In The Life of A Twenty

The drawer slides open with an imperceptible rush of air. Freed from the constraints of its hidden vault, an object of such desire. The human interaction with machine and computer. The three working as one creating signals, electrical impulses, movements until cash appears at the ATM. Crisp, new, ready for the world. A twenty, what currency doesn’t matter Dollar, Pound or Euro the results are the same across the world. Its journey begins. Bringer of joy, bringer of misery. A day in the life of a twenty food, drink, clothing, vodka, gin, whisky, sex, Perversion, depravity, luxuries, necessities, addictions, travel, shelter,…

Another Day In Paradise

It’s a baking hot day and our street is buzzing with people, kids, cars and trucks all rushing by. Mum is inside cleaning and cooking. Dad’s at work I miss him a lot, so does mum. He says the long distance driving helps to pay the bills and I should be no trouble for her. I am spending the day with Tom, my best friend, we have been friends since I can remember. We do everything together, neither of us have any brothers and sisters and mum says that’s what we have become like. He is late as usual. I…

A Special Place

There is a special place in every woodland, a magic ancient dell that some are drawn to. No worries, cares, constraints, hatred or war. Only the beautiful sounds of nature, fun and laughter fill these wondrous places. My mind wanders staring at this simple swing, from rope and wood. Hanging loosely from the strong arm of a giant Beech. This leafy hollow, joyous woodland glade a safe and kindly place. Quiet spirits must surely pass this way fairies, pixies, elves. I sit awhile, mornings such as these should lift the weariest heart. On the floor what’s that? Among the ferns and brambles. The outside…