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Tag Archives: Ashdown Forest

out

20 Monday Nov 2017

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2015, 3*, Ashdown Forest, blue, Carol, children, family, father, gorse, home, kitchen, pine, shoes, walking

                                in
                from a different walk
                down an alley of gorse by the blue pine on the forest

                                through
                the front door step
                out of shoes hang coat need wee need to eat feel spacey

                                while
                Carol tells the adult kids
                I’ve come over all queer sniggers in the kitchen

                                there
                where I left them
                opened awkward toes bent up and bits of dried mud

                                the
                father’s shoes of
                thirty year’s family as if they had always never been out

 

 

 

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Ashdown Forest wormhole: in the Java ‘n’ Jazz
blue & walking wormhole: Plumstead – Woolwich – Plumstead 220211
Carol wormhole: at table 21 in the garden centre thinking to / replicate Hughes’ exercise for Plath about / the Yew Tree
family wormhole: all the sandstone / reflections in the / marble-blue troughs
father wormhole: Mark & Jon at the coffee shop IV: right angles
kitchen wormhole: good going into / that gentle night
pine wormhole: Cocktails in 1951

 

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in the Java ‘n’ Jazz

02 Saturday Sep 2017

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2014, 6*, afternoon, Ashdown Forest, balance, bay window, bossanova, clockwork, coffee shop, Forest Row, guitar, jazz, music, openness, pavement, Saturday, shops, Sunday

                                                                                in the Java ‘n’ Jazz the
                                                                                                                bossanova
                                                                                                guitar

                                                                chorded and semi toned (down the
                                                                                                neck) and
                                                                                always regained on the

                                                minor before the bay window-front
                                                                                onto
                                                                a muggy Saturday afternoon

                                like Sunday used to be with all the shops
                                                                closed and
                                                with clockwork

                the pavement shop sign is folded up
                                                and returned closed
                                by the door

with next week’s opening times

 

first published in the Poetry Jar 160914; the Java ‘n’ Jazz is a coffee shop that relaxes in the small village of Forest Row in Ashdown Forest

 

 

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afternoon wormhole: make your rickety / constructs strong with / unbending grids / of attention and wide- / open grates of let
Ashdown Forest wormhole: a nice grey woollen picnic blanket
balance wormhole: balance
coffee shop wormhole: Mark & Jon at the coffee shop IV: right angles
guitar wormhole: words tumble like / boulders – poewieview #25
music wormhole: ‘someone …’
openness wormhole: this time
Saturday wormhole: time
shops wormhole: in the / Citadel / Park / a leaf / new / ly fell
Sunday wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – intemperance

 

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a nice grey woollen picnic blanket

25 Tuesday Jul 2017

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2013, 6*, Ashdown Forest, blanket, Bodhisattva, cars, children, driving, feeling, finding, grey, responsibility, roads, safety, sentient beings, sun, talking to myself, teaching, trees, warp, weft, wool

                                              OK
                                I think I get it:
                a nice grey woollen picnic blanket

                                I found the grey
                when crossing the road for the umpteenth time
                                safely

                                I felt the wool
                when I finally allowed that cars will keep driving
                along the road, well where else could they
                                go?

                                I suspect
                that there might be a fascinating check design
                in the warp and the weft but I am too busy
                to explore this now backward and forward across
                                the road

                                there
                are some trees and a sunny glen over there
                I can spread the blanket wide and enjoy
                the meal I carry heavy on my back there
                right after I have crossed my hundred thousand children
                                safely

                                one
                by one as they pop up to the side of the road, w-hupp, here’s
                                another one

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

Ashdown Forest wormhole: memorial
cars wormhole: municipal garden
grey wormhole: every step I take
roads wormhole: 1968
sun & trees wormhole: while
talking to myself wormhole: free
teaching wormhole: ‘let them slide off …’

 

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memorial

09 Sunday Jul 2017

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2013, 5*, Ashdown Forest, hope, judging, peace, people, reflection, Remembrance, trumpet, war

                memorial

            noticing my easy habit
                of judging others disdainfully
            I looked at the crowd around
                the Airman’s Memorial
            and offered that up to the hope of
                ease between all
            as the trumpet blew
                reveille

 

the Airmans’ Memorial is a tiny walled garden on Ashdown Forest marking the place where an aircraft crashed on the way back from a sortie during the 2nd World War; a service a Remebrance is held there every year

 

 

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Ashdown Forest wormhole: ‘avenue of wraggled gorse tops …’
people wormhole: too greedy
reflection wormhole: strange / tarnish
war wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – introdepthion

 

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‘avenue of wraggled gorse tops …’

25 Sunday Jun 2017

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'scape, 2013, 3*, Ashdown Forest, avenue, clouds, gorse, grey, horizon, silhouette, walking

 

                                   avenue of wraggled gorse tops
                silhouetted before grey-serried ranks of cloud
                     stood to attention on the horizon

 

 

 

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Ashdown Forest wormhole: ssreet chak-chak
clouds wormhole: morning sun
grey & walking wormhole: landscape of cloud over London / with differing depths of grey
horizon wormhole: south horizon
silhouette wormhole: garden

 

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ssreet chak-chak

09 Sunday Apr 2017

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'scape, 2013, 5*, Ashdown Forest, birdsong, blue, branches, gorse, hills, sky, sound

                ssreet chak-chak

                the gorse branch
                the stone chat

                and the high blue sky
                distant as the hills

 

 

 

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Ashdown Forest wormhole: nothing to write
blue & sky wormhole: 1968
branches wormhole: monument to vainglory
hills wormhole: relief
sound wormhole: somewhere

 

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nothing to write

03 Thursday Mar 2016

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2014, Ashdown Forest, being, between, books, Bowie, breakdown, breathing, Dionne Warwick, holiday, New York, reading, realisation, San Francisco, work, writing

                           nothing to write

                           time off between work
                                and holiday
                           between breakthrough
                                and breakdown
                           between in-breath
                                and out-breath

                           stuck between reading
                                several books
                           stuck between Bowie
                                and Warwick
                           stuck between the ruts
                                of Ashdown Forest
                                now that it is dry
                           always stuck between New York
                                and San Francisco
                           not knowing which way to turn

 

 

 

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Ashdown Forest wormhole: I survived
being wormhole: the sounds of 1969 // [would have] seemed that way – poewieview #13
books wormhole: Grizedale College
Bowie wormhole: where the goblins leered – poewieview #14
breakdown wormhole: the MagOO Effect Effect
breathing wormhole: gentle
Dionne Warwick wormhole: 1963
holiday wormhole: ‘green plum jam on rye …’
reading wormhole: bookmark
realisation wormhole: the warp and the plumbing
work wormhole: seventy two, perhaps – poewieview #9
writing wormhole: a little bit of love / and muffle

 

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I survived

11 Wednesday Nov 2015

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2013, abdomen, anger, Ashdown Forest, awareness, breakdown, childhood, depression, home, identity, lost, path, puddle, school, survival, walking

 

 

 

                           bad news from school
                           nonsense from school

                           tried to zombie into a
                           shooting game didn’t work

                           went for a walk on the forest
                           took my little boy with me

                           managed to notice myself being
                           angry reclusive revengeful

                           alright let’s find a new path
                           walk through puddles get lost

                           get sweaty remember my abs
                           get back home together it’s OK I survived

 

 

 

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abdomen wormhole: the utter beauty of giving when receiving
Ashdown Forest wormhole: Ashdown Forest / 080213 14:47
awareness wormhole: Eridge – Cowden
breakdown wormhole: relapse
childhood wormhole: south horizon
depression wormhole: “write, let’s break outta here!”
identity wormhole: [s]
path wormhole: dream 260815
school wormhole: wriving
walking wormhole: Le Pont des Arts, 1907

 

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Ashdown Forest / 080213 14:47

12 Wednesday Aug 2015

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'scape, 2013, armchair, Ashdown Forest, blue, carpet, clouds, gorse, grey, pine, sitting, stillness, sunlight, yellow

 

 

 

                                Ashdown Forest
                                080213 14:47

                armchair sit back deep arms
                                pine
                high under long low belts
                                of carpet
                                unmoving
                                upside down
                                and then

                a gap
                sunshine
                wide to the right over the gorse

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

Ashdown Forest wormhole: earthed
blue & grey wormhole: that comicbookshop in dreams,
carpet wormhole: library: start where you are IV // all the distance I have travelled!
clouds wormhole: now, have I forgotten anything
sitting wormhole: the / very gradual art of sitting
stillness wormhole: of a sudden // all the time
yellow wormhole: silhouette: // second / thoughts

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earthed

24 Wednesday Jun 2015

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2013, Ashdown Forest, being, clouds, drifting, earth, grass, grey, pastel, silver, smell, sunlight, time, walking

 

 

 

                           to spend a day walking
                           around under wide grey clouds with

                           pastel edges drifting
                           but earthed a hundred times by a shaft of light

                           over silvery grass
                           a thousand times by the scrub grass beneath each nostril

 

 

 

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Ashdown Forest wormhole: the utter beauty of giving when receiving
being wormhole: rather
clouds & time & walking wormhole: Exceat to Cuckmere Haven
grey wormhole: good session
silver wormhole: heirloom – break / after heavy shower
smell wormhole: you can only smell the candles / when they have been snuffed out

 

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    • Introduction
  • collected works
    • 25th August 1981 – count Up
    • askance From Hell
    • Batman
    • Bob 1995-2012
    • David Bowie Movements in Suite Major
    • Edward Hopper: Poems at an Exhibition
    • Eglinton Hill
    • FLOORBOARDS
    • Granada
    • in and out / the Avebury stones / can’t seem to get / a signal …
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    • Spring Warwick breezes / over Bacharach fieldwork and boroughs with / the occasional shift and chirp of David / in the pastel-long morning of the sixties
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