Scratch scratch We’re digging out. Climbing the roots of the earth like rope. Click click Lock your doors and lace your land with salt. Scrape scrape This wood won’t keep us in, Not for long. Lock your doors all you please. Scatter scatter We empty the town as light leaves. Quiet your children, go below.… Continue reading Writing On Wednesdays #16 ‘Elm: Written From The Rage Of The Earth’
Fall in love with nature. This is more of a visual post this week, but I'm going to talk a little bit about the importance of nature in our lives and being in tune with the season. Don't let this Autumn sail by you... Make an effort to notice it with these simple tips and… Continue reading Autumn things: Part 2.
Myself and my boyfriend, Jordan both believe it is extremely important to our lives and wellbeing to get back to nature and immerse yourself in the wilderness. Most young working people and post grads live in cities and highly built up, populated areas, it can feel like it's impossible to find the time to really… Continue reading Escaping Into The Countryside: Another Trip to Goathland, North Yorkshire.
When I was around 5 years old, my mum showed me the 1978 film of Watership Down. During the years of my childhood following this first viewing I was obsessed with it. When I was a little older I read the book and it's message became all the more clear to me, one that it… Continue reading R.I.P Richard Adams, a small explanation for my latest poem.
The hum, I hear from a distant quiet, a solitary stir. The depths are cracking, tremendous breaks, in my ears. A gentle brush, from the barley and wheat, rippling. A hollow explosion, a collapsing of things, engulfing. It tickles at your fingers, an excited, soft touch. The chasms are opening, dragging out like the pre-tsunami.… Continue reading Holes in the countryside.
On days in between, in between cars and buses, computers and televisions where news reporters report death - and war. Take your feet off the grey hard ground and onto a softer one. Where there are mossy patches that cushion your toes. Where there are hidden meadows ready like a throne, awaiting for your touch.… Continue reading Open space musings.