Did I say happy new year last time? If not, Happy New Year. That time of looking at endings and beginnings. Resolutions and ambitions, where will I be this time next year, and how far have I come? I am moving away from Facebook and my focus is going to be on writing more, both for my blog and to send submissions for publication, This time next year I will see how that has gone.
First this year, something to be worked on. A tester to try out on you all.
It’s not all like the pictures –
Black and White
or dynamic glorious colour.
Sometimes the colour fades
or the black is less deep
and the white not so pure
and we put aside the truth
for a moment, to remember
just what we want. Those images
we want to keep, that creased
and cherished memory
that seems clearer behind
closed eyes than on some
scrap we hold, copied and
pasted into our timeline.
Today is National Poetry Day so get out and read a poem, this years theme is remember. Give one as a gift, leave a note on the bus or train, tuck one inside a magazine or newspaper waiting to be sold. The Poetry Society Website has lots of ideas and resources if you need some help or want to see if anything is happening near you. For my part, a return to Dartmoor, and the Coffin Road, have a good day and read some poetry.
Rivers and roads
crossing on the Lychway.
The footsteps of mourners
follow the old coffin road
past places that carry their time
in names and forgotten purpose.
They were somewhere once,
parts of a pattern on the land
written in granite and fine
grained tracks now refusing
to fade back into the folds
of the open moor.
Have a good day. Read something out of the ordinary and remember to spread the word.
(I know, sorry) 🙂
Last weekend I revisited Dartmoor, a wild place with many leftovers from previous settlers. I walked the Lychway, an old coffin road. Where the dead were carried to the church at Lydford. More of the trip at a later date. For now a short piece about the standing stone called the Beardown Man.
Eleven feet and more and silent as the grave
and all that stands between the Devil’s Tor
and Conies Down settlement.
Sunrise to sundown and back again
four thousand years and still watching.
High stone marker to some purpose
lost on us now. We pass, like time
and are lost on the old Coffin Road.
A night out on the open moors, time spent inside the stones of a bronze age house. Sunrise and breakfast on the Devil’s Tor with the Beardown Man for quiet company. Hope you find some adventure this week.