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Moon you serenade me nightly
casting your beaming silvery rays
touching and filling my weary soul
with awesome magical perfection

Watching you in your various phases
crescent sliver you delight and enchant
yet too your half sends heartfelt shivers
as you wax your way to full glowing light

Moon dear moon you rule my senses
as you wane, the sea's tides join you
making my moods shift with your cycles
your whims commanding earth herself

I serenade and worship your beauty
disliking intensely nights you are cloaked
when clouds hid you from earthly sight
then with a peek you emerge triumphant

And now once more my heart rejoices

May 9, 2010

Drawn deep into the heart of the woodland...
a haunting melody stirs the calm night.
Drums pound till I can’t resist their calling.
Silhouettes blend by bonfire and moonlight.

She is but one dancing in the circle...
hands moving as if swimming thru stars.
Many faces shine in the fire’s glow...
figures adorned with veils and flowers.

Glistening bodies, mesmerized, chanting...
praising the earth for her bounty and seed.
May Pole ribbons again weave their magic.
The fields are blessed, as are those they will feed.

One green ribbon I add to the weaving;
my silent watch, then my whispered prayer.
“Great Mother Earth, I’ve abused thy blessings.
Forgive me the times I wasn’t aware."

The drums have awakened my sleeping heart.
I feel you inside me...your voice I hear.
Goddess Mother...blessed be...our Mother;
by the light of the moon, all is made clear.

By the moon’s light...all is clear.”

I join the circle of celebration.
I am one with the drums, long thru the night.
I am but one dancing in the circle;
silhouettes blend by bonfire and moonlight.

All is made clear in the moon’s light...

Driving home, the sun beaming down
highlighting the Quantock foothills
a criss-cross quilt of very small fields
too steep for mechanical ploughs
worked still by man and shire horses

Bright gleaming yellow rape and mustard
interwoven with shades of brilliant green
a paradise for birds nesting in the hedges
tiny dots of white sheep scattered round
deep scarlet red of the fields laid to fallow

Ancient hills stun with captivating beauty
hardwood trees hundreds of years old
spread their sheltering branches wide
casting fat and long shadows ''neath their feet
grassy banks giving shelter to small animals

I gaze with delight filling up my soul
loving the fact these are my hills
that roll and soar around my village
with magical names for each hill
some very bare others full of heather

Reminding me of my native home
Will's Neck and Cothelstone
rearing up above the deep valleys
with nestling lakes and rivers
this place my place till I pass on

for pictures of these beautiful hills check the site below

That Same
Silvery Light
Shines
Upon You And Me
Far-Up Above
That Same Moon-Light
Shines
Illuminating You
And Me

If it is impossible to promise
absolute fidelity,
this is because
we learn so much geography
from shifting of one body
on another.

If it is impossible to promise
absolute fidelity,
this is because
we learn so much history
from the lying of one body
on another.

If it is impossible to promise
absolute fidelity,
this is because
we learn so much psychology
from the dreaming of one body
of another.

Life writes so many letters
on the naked bodies of lovers.

What a tattoo artist...
What a ingenious teacher...

Is it any wonder we appear
like school children dreaming:
naked and anxious to learn?


~SAS~

The hunter set off just before the gloaming
adjusting the straps of his high powered rifle
it was a long way to where the stag usually fed
a majestic stag sprouting twelve point antlers

Climbing high up the rugged mountain side
he trekked fast covering the many miles
at last he was where the stag usually fed
casting around for signs of his tracks

Finding them he started stalking his prey
up hill and down dale he carefully followed
until at last he could see him way up ahead
taking care to keep down wind he got close

Now about one hundred yards apart, he settled
nestling into the thick bracken patiently waiting
The stag climbed onto his favourite outlook
and stood there poised as the gloaming lit the sky

Truly a wondrous sight he was in full prime
the hunter sighed as he took steady aim
then with a click it was finally time to shoot
the stag hearing the sound took to his heels

The hunted checked his camera, yes he had him
a perfect picture well satisfied he packed up
this one picture had taken days of trailing him
now he was forever captured in magnificent splendour

Peaceful calm waters
Mistreated and defiled
World is not trash can


~ JJF ~

White orbe
High in the sky
Sunset red
Shines

Beam of yellow light
I stand and stare
Darkness envelopes my body
I stand and watch the setting sun

A tugboat whistles
Early morning dolphins play
A new day begins

~ JJF ~

The snow falls
Coldness lingers the ice freezes
Solid foundations
Opoun which to build

They form the walls ,the front door and sides
Big blocks of cold ice
Now they form the roof
Lay snow on top

Up goes the frontage the sign open is the ice hotel
All welcome inside
Money you got to pay the spend the night

No fires but candle light a drink from cubes of ice tasting freezing your lips
Its cold in the ice hotel
So wrap up tight
Lay out you furs snuggle up on your icey double bed
all spend the night in the ice hotel .