Well, it’s definitely Thursday now! And with it comes Sue Vincent’s #writephoto challenge, one of my favourite bloggy writing prompts. This week, it’s another evocative picture…
Flight
We reach, soaring
Wings wide against the storm that thunders
Deep around us, rumbling in our hearts,
Ruffling our feathers.
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The colour had been sapped out of their world.
Flight was their only option, so they set off on the route laid down by their ancestors.
Many had perished, becoming lazy with the spoils of a modern environment. Food was dispensed by well meaning humans, but with it, the urge to fend for themselves was quashed, and in the end they simply forgot how, or didn’t want to.
Their numbers had diminished, such was the control of their surroundings, but for an easy life, none seemed to question the reasons why, just accepted what was as the norm.
That had all changed.
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Snowflakes of memory fall
Kissing the gentle night,
Melting on my skin
In the moonlight.
I remember winter,
Sunlight on frozen hills
When I sought summer
In the pale eyes of spring,
And found the gold of autumn
Waiting in the silence
As the seasons turned.
Reblogged from Goff James at Art, Photography and Poetry
Old fashioned allure
Fragrance of heaven calls us
Filling the senses
Sunset over Bodmin moor. Image: Sue Vincent
The sun’s light
Ends in night.
But, when I express
It this way,
Some will say
That I obsess
With death.
Yet one may
Take delight
In a summer’s day,
But not fight
The inevitable night.
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The above poem, “The Sun’s Light Ends in Night”, can be found in my recently released collection, “Light and Shade: Serious (and Not so Serious) Poems”. My book is available in ebook and paperback and can be found here at Amazon.
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Life is full of light and shade. For to be human is to experience joy, beauty, love, pain and laughter. This collection reflects all facets of human experience. hence the title ‘Light and Shade; serious (and not so serious poems)‘.
About the author
Kevin Morris was born in the city of Liverpool on 6th January 1969. Having attended The Royal School for the Blind and St. Vincent’s School for the Blind in Liverpool, he went on to read History and Politics at the University College of Swansea.
Having graduated with a BA (Joint Honours), and an MA in Political Theory, Kevin moved to London where he now lives and works.
Being visually impaired, Kevin uses screen reading software called Job Access with Speech (JAWS) which converts text into speech and braille, enabling him to use a Windows laptop.
Much of Kevin’s poetry is written in his home, which overlooks a historic park in Upper Norwood/Crystal Palace, a suburb of Greater London.
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Other Books by Kevin Morris
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“My Old Clock I Wind“
A collection of 74 new and original poems by Kevin Morris. It contains both melancholy and more cheerful pieces contrasting the fact that We can enjoy life but at the same time cannot escape its inevitable end.
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The Royal National Institute of Blind People (braille edition) or call 0303 123 9999, quoting order number 25870603.
Review extract:
“…Allow yourself to wander through the changing seasons, to experience the magic of limericks, and to be entertained by the musings of a man who sees this world through different eyes… yet another opportunity to experience the world through the poetic eyes of a multi-faceted English poet. My Old Clock I Wind and Other Poems belongs in your collection.” ARA
In this collection of poetry and prose the intimate connections between the natural world and humanity are explored, while a number of pieces are of a humorous nature.
I loved the sheer variety of the pieces in this book – and the lyrical nature of the writing. Most beautiful. Two, in particular, stood out for me: ‘Dark Angel’ and ‘The Great Cycle’. Both evoked the connection we have with the world – though in very different ways, one being a physical bond with the natural world, the other a more inanimate ‘friend’! I thoroughly recommend this exquisite little collection.
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Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind
A collection of poems about nature, love, and life in general.
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The Writer’s Pen and Other Poems
Listen to a podcast of poet Kevin Morris discussing (and reading from) “The Writer’s Pen and Other Poems – HERE
A collection of 44 poems encompassing the passing of the years, nature, man’s place in the world and politics.
The Collected Poems of K Morris
This book encompasses poems composed between 2013-19. The poems included here have been selected from ‘Lost in the Labyrinth of my Mind’, ‘My Old Clock I Wind and other poems’, ‘The Writer’s Pen and other poems’, ‘Dalliance; a collection of poetry and prose’, ‘Refractions’, and ‘The Girl who Wasn’t There’. In addition a number of previously unpublished poems are included in this book.
The poems range from those dealing with nature to others, which touch on the passage of time and mortality.
Available in the Kindle store , as a paperback edition. For amazon.com customers please click here for the Kindle edition and the paperback
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They soar above clouds
Like birds, my mind and my soul
Are freed from chaos!
Listen to the song and music at Mystical Strings
Our next stop was right on the coast. On a day when you could see where your next step would take you, and had we been blessed with more time, we might have parked at Land’s End and walked the cliff path… which would, undoubtedly, have been the simplest route and, as it turned out, possibly the quickest too. But then, we would have missed a truly magical journey.
Instead, we chose to take a ‘short cut’. We would drive to the closest point we could get to our destination then walk a short way… or so we thought… between the fields and out onto the cliffs. We thanked whatever Providence had made us buy a detailed local map and set off down a series of increasingly isolated farm tracks until we found a gap in the hedgerows that looked like it might once have been a track… but it was certainly not the lane the map had suggested it would be.
We parked the car and entered the green tunnel between high hedgerows. It didn’t look like a long walk. At the first corner, though, the rutted track gave way to a narrow path festooned in greenery and wildflowers, climbing the embanked walls typical of this part of Cornwall.
These walls are curious affairs in themselves, seeming to consist of twin walls, often made of gigantic stones that would look more at home in a stone circle, infilled with earth. Grasses, flowers and shrubs colonise these walls, making them into natural gardens. The profusion of life in these sheltered ecosystems is as astonishing as it is beautiful, but when the mists close around you, and the green walls tower above you, the outer world slips into oblivion.
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Blake’s take on the Seven-Headed Dragon is suitably anthropomorphic!
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To continue our ‘trawl’ through chapter twelve of Revelation, which commenced here:
… ‘And the dragon stood before the woman which was ready to be delivered,
for to devour her child as soon as it was born…’
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Time ‘devours’ everything that is born into the world, but wait, ‘…And
she brought forth a man-child, who was to rule all nations with a rod of iron:
and her child was caught up into God, and to his throne…’
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I think the ‘man-child’ here represents an Aeon…
Such a designation would cover both ‘Horus’, and ‘Christ’,
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It should be something inspirational, something to make the piece soar, a fitting climax to the whole movement.
He scratched his head, chewed the end of the pencil, let his fingers dance over a few keys until they ended in a terminal ‘thunk’.
It was no good. He just couldn’t find the right expression of hope when so much was going wrong: the pandemic; rioting and racism; political turmoil – and it showed no sign of getting better anytime soon.
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