Nature, Photography, Poetry, Story idea, Water, Writing

Exmoor Scramble

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Nothing has changed for a thousand years here as you cannot hear a tree fall taken by the life that lives on and used again and again. Fungi sprout on flakey timber, lichen never found anywhere else on earth celebrate their status and sprout unusual orange tufts on crimped green leaves.

A stream runs the length of the ancient cut. Small deep glass pools form and bubbles converge as the falling water joins it’s sister below.

Above the cold a buzzard sits on an oak, wise as a General, hawk-eyed, hungry. Seams here in the rock run red with iron, concrete earth with plant and grow through each other sustaining,
while we fade away.

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Love, Photography, Poetry, Sea, Seduction, Water

The Clearness

The Clearness

Standing in amongst the still clear water
Darting fish weave in awe, around, glowing white flesh beneath a fierce sun.
Caressing skin like lovers,
Freed silky mossy green algae float like ghosts, slide off my legs and back on again, teasing, provoking.
There is no sound of waves or birds.
This must be what heaven feels like
The stillness, the silence
and the solitude. Shush shush shush.

I can hear my breathing
The hot sun does not waiver, beats down on stung shoulders, hits the unmoving body of,
Deep turquoise aquamarine blue topaz, water, and bounces back again, in a shock of brightness that can hurt, so,
I close my eyes
I feel cocooned, enveloped in smooth coolness, and. I go further in.
It is home and I go slow.
I go further in and sink, below, another world.
I open my eyes and shut things out, the quietness of it surrounds my bare skin, there is nothing else.
Merged union sea and me, never sure of a start or a finish. I am hypnotised by his touch.
I go further in.

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LIFE LESSONS

Wild Swim Is a Lesson for Life.

Following on from my poem ‘Lady of Shallot’ I am struckĀ  by the innocence and malevolence of water. What is it that enticesĀ  our darker side to want to go in? granted few of us actually do. I mean lakes, pools and even canals; places where you can’t see the bottom. Your scary white toes cannot touch the bottom. That’s the creepy part. It’s interdit isn’t it? don’t go near the water; you will sink, drown, freeze. It could be a life or death situation. Who wants to take the risk. We are bombarded with safety slogans from birth to grave. But, what is life without taking a plunge. A lesson can be taken, take the plunge jump in literally and metaphorically. Be it a cold pool in the Breacon Becons or sending that poem off or phoning him/her up to say sorry, to auditioning for that part you know that’s for you. You might not be able to see what lies beneath, but the surface is visible and sometimes if you are lucky it’s crystal clear.

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