Haiku: Age Old

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Watch them skimming stones
I feel such smoothness in hand
An age old moment

Copyright Francis 2022

Mariner: A Voyage With Samuel Taylor Coleridge — The Imaginative Conservative (Reblog)

We may find in Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s writings essential guides for the seas we have to navigate in the “post-modern” era. Mariner: A Voyage with Samuel Taylor Coleridge… 908 more words

Mariner: A Voyage With Samuel Taylor Coleridge — The Imaginative Conservative

Seeing

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There is much talk of sea level right now,
and of levels of the sea; as a boy I would stand,
stare and dream on that far horizon
where all pondered distance was gone.

The boy’s right brain carried more wisdom
than the later indoctrinated left side ever could.
And what drove the world? How did eons
of tides turn hard rock to smooth sand?

For that boy’s curiosity ever remains;
half buried windows along old streets,
the monochrome pictures of grandeur, destroyed

and replaced by boxes of brick, or cold steel and glass.
Sea levels rise and fall, as is nature’s prerogative.
It is not in anyone’s remit to falsify, or destroy.

Copyright Francis 2021

*Earthweal Weekly Challenge

Water everywhere — I can’t believe it! (Reblog)

This view from Southport Pier has a great feeling of space. Reflections on the shallow surface water supplement the effect of the clouds themselves. No wonder this is one of my favourite places, especially towards sundown.

Water everywhere — I can’t believe it!

The Breton Cinderella’s Steel Shoes — Bonjour From Brittany (Reblog)

For centuries, tales of unjustly treated heroines, eventually finding happiness, have featured in the traditions of cultures worldwide. In Europe, the best known example is probably the tale of Cinderella. Variants of this story abound and one of several versions found in Brittany is the tale of the Grey Wolf’s Wife.

The Breton Cinderella’s Steel Shoes — Bonjour From Brittany

Haibun: ‘Isabella’

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The sea was writhing at Seahouses. Northumbria wild, voices calling on the wind blown from Hyperborean reaches.

And then you — your skin grey like a seal, matching your eyes, a lantern jaw jutting out like a promontory, unyielding.

So then why are you so kind? Because you are blind, like nature, the tempestuous oceans thrusting, reaching, for just one fleeting sight of your son.

Who brought me this far?
Providence cannot explain
Winter’s existence

Copyright Francis 2020

dVerse Haibun Monday

Original Painting For Sale — Blakeney, North Norfolk, England

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I used to sell paintings quite regularly on ebay. I have a few left outstanding from last year. This one, like many, represents one of my favourite subjects, the beautiful North Norfolk resort of Blakeney in East Anglia.

Copyright Francis Barker 2020