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The ghost with a bucket that sings
The heron clocks off at the chimes of dusk and flies up high into the last of the valley’s light to find her way home.
Apr 2, 2024
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David Knowles
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Deep black waters and a young wren’s song
Caught in a flash flood of anomie
Sep 22
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Late evening on a limestone pavement
… or wherever it is that you go to confess
Aug 24
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The silver thread
A different old man and a different sea
Aug 10
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An intimacy of sounds
A fool arrives back where he started
Jul 27
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The kingfisher
This morning is made of alabaster, too soft a stone for the monumental art of cathedrals. Her skin is almost white enough for sanctity, but for a blush…
Jul 9
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Before the door closes
They say that newly-hatched birds will imprint onto just about anything which moves.
Jun 25
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Sinkholes, swallows and possibility’s pot
It is more than a year now, since I began telling you tales of Mallerstang, the north-Pennines valley in which we live.
Jun 11
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The juniper tree and a vole’s soul
Up on Birkett Common, a short climb above our house, there is one last old juniper tree.
May 21
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All glory is fleeting
Crab apples and Westmorland damsons
May 7
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In a long dry spell
Spring moles and badger bones
Apr 23
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The potter and her protégé
Limestone and rose hips in Featherfall Gill
Apr 9
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David Knowles
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