short-eared durham owl
meditating over the dale’s edge,
shadows the fields and folds in elegant diurnal flight.
on windside,careful sight may swoop to prey and away.

your yellow broad-eyed look, at once both sharp and distant, holds me.
oh,silence, oh ,wind on green,
oh. earth, sky.

immense your held vision,
sphere without centre,
pied geometer of flight, s
ketch your descent and ascent.

trees bunched by dry stone wall
call heart home.

And on the world shall I bestow my wrath?


I made this from a watercolour painting which I changed  with Artweaver

When true love’s gone and doom hangs over head
When life runs like a river to the sea
Then shall I take new lovers to my bed.
And with their carnal touch consoled be?

When my love lies and break my woman’s heart
. When life seems grey and rocks bestrew my path
. Then, shall I my life of evil start
And on the world shall I bestow my wrath?

When true loves lie and wreck all loyalty.
When puzzlement makes all the world seem mad.
Then I shall upend causality
And let myself do deeds which make me glad.

For I have love’s sweet child inside my soul
And I shall tend her till at last she’s whole