Today I put holes in these tin cans then filled each one with horse manure and soil to act as a nursery for seeds. The allotments are in a huge field, and my plot is very exposed. Being at a windy part of the site keeps me cautious: I want to make sure that all…… Continue reading Tin cans and potato mash
Author: Kathryn Crowley
Loving colour on the cusp of Summer
SUNRISE SERENADE This morning, not long after sunrise, I took a photo of my latest artwork on the grass outside while listening to birdsong. Bliss! This piece was stARTed in 2020. I stopped working on it for a while to prepare for ‘Solas’ (my Imbolc exhibition of photography and poetry), then finally completed it lately.…… Continue reading Loving colour on the cusp of Summer
Grief and healing in poetry and short stories.
‘The Pollen Pages’ is part of of a much larger body of work that has evolved since my father’s passing around Winter solstice in 2015. He was killed by a hit and run driver. BUY A COPY HERE THE SOUL THROUGH THE SEASONS If grief had to be a season, in the early days it…… Continue reading Grief and healing in poetry and short stories.
The turtle’s prayer
Writing poetry allows me to process thoughts and emotions. It can be a way to praise, plead and ponder. Pick any topic under the stars (it doesn’t have to start with ‘P’!) and you can be sure that a poem exists about it. I am part of a climate change writing group, and recently we…… Continue reading The turtle’s prayer
Gaia and the warlord
This poem / song is one that I wrote a few years ago. It feels apt to share it again this Spring… GAIA AND THE WARLORD Only she and the moon could know the graveyard of his mind fraught with nameless terrors and thoughts of the killing kind; a tyranny of errors and insects fighting…… Continue reading Gaia and the warlord
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The sights and sounds of Spring
Photo: Anton Atanasov SPRING LISTENING Away from the traffic’s endless rumble I walk up a country road Flanked on each side by breathing ditches Sticky bud trees Quiet teachers of time. Invisible birds sing out of somewhere I slow my pace on this road Relishing sounds; mud on boots Squelching footsteps Gravel and moss. Candyfloss…… Continue reading The sights and sounds of Spring
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