Curlew Calling

Curlews are in trouble. Big trouble. There are now only  68,000 breeding pairs in the UK each summer and that figure is falling.  A 46% decline in their numbers in 16 years (1994-2010) has seen one of our most iconic birds become the most threatened. Karen Lloyd, a writer of creative…

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April Morning

Fields lit  through curtains of gossamer mist hold a secret at each turn. Glowing air, moist  yet sharpened still by the cool of night, passes through bare branches inter-weaved shadows in a duo-tone of gold and brown.  The Skylark’s are up  sending their rolling ribble out across the valley. Chiff-chaff,…

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Touchline Re-union

Familiar lanes stamped with memorygrooved into the sub-consciousover many seasons.Through the gatepark upon familiar mudclubhouse, treeswhispering storiesmoments of timeimprinted on placeresurrected by senseslight and season. A wave, a smilea shake of handsa hug, a tease, a joketwinkling eyes and laughter.This place is comfortablewarm with loveand memories sharedthat light the soul.…

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Latchford Harvest

A barmy late August eveningthrobsto a mechanised beat. Golden sunbeamstouch cloudsof chaff-dustthat billowfrom the combinein drifts. Cut-lines mapthe pathof the mechanical scythe.Contoured curvesthat last a week’til the plough foldsthe remnantsof a season’s growthback into the earth. Emerging from the uncut cropa covey of grey partridgeeight or more strong.Notes from their…

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No poem today?

The Blackbirds vied with the pesky ratsfor scrapson the bird tabletodaybut a poem didn’t show itself.I wonder what tomorrow will bring? Huge clouds of wood pigeons a thousand strongperhaps, the sound as memorable as the sight.I’ll waitand see.It’s never what you expect. MW/KH

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The Bum Barrel Gang

The Bum Barrel Gang passed through today,constant flicks of head and tail,skip and hop from twig to lichened twig,bare honeysuckle, then downto the sunflower hearts and fat-ballof the garden oasis. Garbed in pink and black,yellow eyeliner and pinched face,they lifted the soul for a moment,tails erect as conductor’s batons,driving nature’s…

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