Category Archives: Poetry

Bounty #midnighhaiku

Posted on November 11, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Stored for future need Red for winter’s paucity Summer’s harvest glows

Posted in Photography, Poetry | Tagged berries, bounty, haiku | 17 Comments

Solstice of the Moon: What on earth…

Posted on November 10, 2020 by Sue Vincent

“…is that?!”I immediately went into ‘there has to be somewhere to park’ mode. You don’t just drive past a humungous mound without stopping…not when it is so very obviously man-made. And especially not when there are two of them. And … Continue reading →

Posted in ancient mound, Ancient sites, historic sites, Photography, Poetry, scotland road trip, Solstice of the Moon, Stuart France and Sue Vincent, symbolism | Tagged Aberdeenshire, archaeology, art, Bennachie, history, Inverurie, motte and bailey, Pictish symbol stones, Thom | Leave a comment

Optimist #midnighthaiku

Posted on November 10, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Optimist at work Grateful for each gift offered Spring will come again *

Posted in Photography, Poetry | Tagged haiku, hope, Spring | 7 Comments

Understanding #midnighthaiku

Posted on November 9, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Tentative footsteps Seek a new understanding Called from the shadows *

Posted in Photography, Poetry | Tagged haiku, path, spirit | 10 Comments

Three faces

Posted on November 8, 2020 by Sue Vincent

For November, it was a surprisingly pleasant morning. In need of somewhere to go to stretch our lockdown-cramped legs, we wandered to a neighbouring village to explore its history. Whilst personal preference may direct our attention to the ancient face … Continue reading →

Posted in England, Giants Dance, historic sites, mystery, Photography, Poetry, psychology | Tagged art, churchill’s toybox, film. war effort, Jan Struther, Mnistry of defence, Mrs Miniver, remembrance, Rex Whistler, Whitchurch | Leave a comment

Free #midnighthaiku

Posted on November 8, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Bodies stay at home Dogs twitch their feet as they dream Minds are free to roam *

Posted in Photography, Poetry | Tagged covid, freedom, haiku, lockdown | 18 Comments

Homage

Posted on November 7, 2020 by Sue Vincent

It was Albert that started the problem, With his ill-fated ‘osses ‘ead stick And Wallace, the somnolent lion, Who swallowed the lad double quick. I grew up on Marriott Edgar, And the musket Sam wouldn’t pick up, And Lady Jane’s … Continue reading →

Posted in Books, History, Humour, Life, Love and Laughter, Poetry | Tagged Books, Humour, Life, marriot edgar, monologue, Poetry, the lion and albert | 34 Comments

Touched #midnighthaiku

Posted on November 7, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Kinship in colour Rendered by art or nature Touching the same heart

Posted in Photography, Poetry | Tagged colours, haiku, kinship | 11 Comments

Darkness

Posted on November 6, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Cries wake the sleeper Dark dreams like carrion flies Serving their purpose Impinging on consciousness Picking the bones from the night * Hidden fears unveiled Dawn laughs at their illusions Become transparent Ephemeral monsters flee In the clear light of … Continue reading →