Category Archives: poetry
Cafe
A cafeFirst since MarchCoffee too strongUnused to barista strength,These daysWind howlingSummer seems goneFriend arrives lateAnd masked Avoiding the eyeOf the loudest man in the roomHe corners meI make my excusesEscape to female conversationStilted and awkwardWe disagreeOn most thingsI gently attune … Continue reading
Longing
I have lived with it all my life Although as a child I didn’t know its name But I was able to conjure up ideas and games And hours of solitude Exploring bush land and creeks Creating reams of dreams … Continue reading
The Still Point
At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless; Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is, But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity, Where past and future are … Continue reading
Fragments
I am infinitely in love with the air and water, the horizon, rock and tree, mountain and sea. The road and path, walked or driven, turning each corner, the change in the picture, looking for vignettes, re-framing as image. The … Continue reading
Diaries in the time of Corona continued
‘They say beauty comes from a spirit that has weathered many hardships in life and somehow continues with resilience.Grace can be found in a soul who ages softly, even amid the tempest. I think the loveliest by far is the one … Continue reading
Winter Solstice
The land was alive today. Or maybe it was me. Aligned as earth’s energy sang its December song. A walk around the apple orchards. Bare winter trees offering their branches skywards. An ancient landscape with vast oaks silhouetted against bright … Continue reading
November
Cul de Sac Stuck in a holding pattern Like a plane over Gatwick Waiting to land Waiting to take off Listening to music as I paint I notice all the music is sad Little Green Telegraph Road Never … Continue reading
Rhapsody part 7
‘If you are in the garden, I will dress myself in leaves. If you are in the sea I will slide into that smooth blue nest, I will talk fish, I will adore salt. But if you are sad, I … Continue reading
The Melancholy of Grey
The melancholy of grey When there are no slanted beams Of light Where the walk along the country lane Is simply for the action of left and right When you look for beauty And it exists for you momentarily In … Continue reading
The Green Night
The green night was silent As they slipped from the red house Too confining to contain them Warm moonlit air embraced shadowy bodies Now kissed by the cool grass, Still wet from midsummer rain I’m lost, she said … Continue reading
Alice Mason Artist 