Category Archives: Lily pond

Until the Rain Stops (the landscape triptych as screenplay) (poems from old notebooks, July 2008)

I wrote this one after watching the Blink episode of Doctor Who. It was the hospital scene that drove it; the sound of the rain in that scene just would not leave my head. And now you know as much … Continue reading

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Water Lilies Sprawl

Water Lilies Sprawl As the breakwaters in the harbour calm the water’s chop and swell so these staggered trunks of trees break up and dissipate sound waves, keep a stillness in the cool of the woods even when the road … Continue reading

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In Curious Convolution (poems from old notebooks, June 2008)

The lily ponds are in bloom now, so here’s an old poem that came from one. In Curious Convolution To be sentient is to awaken in deciduous content among ferns of knowing unfurled beneath certainty’s shattered blossoms. It is to … Continue reading

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