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MORE EXTREMELY SMALL POEMS BY PAM ... Great grey lake, your hills yawn from long excursions, towns wet with souvenirs ( Lake Maggiore 14/7/01) Volcanic dusk falls swallows towns flies dark swift feeds clover's tiny lamps (by the pool 14/07/01) Cloud-copying peaks - Vesuvio, Verzasca, Veils of Everest (journey to Milan 19/7/01) Buffeted, sprayed, joy Braced for wind over lake - look How bamboos curtsey! (Isola de Brissago, on 'Capriola', 20/7/01) The land is getting Tall. Mountainous trees. Sheep kneel, Clouds greet ripe heather (into Snowdonia August 16th 2002) Betws, Christmas frost Moonlight over Mercedes What dizzy arcades! (18th December 2002 after magic drive!) Blaenau late - rain, slate, sleet, waste shale,train hail, Wales wheels blindly through blue tales Jigsaw cows, fierce gold Furze banked high on speedwell sky The pied house is sold Silent moor so high We bump our heads on the sky If we fall, we die (returning from Ffestiniog over Migneint, autumn 2003) Winter filigree - Stack, tree, plant, pylon; by night Palaces of light The frisky sea BMW sport White horses Eyes tuned to rogue stone, Rock ribbed, curls in cleft strata - Mind the dragons' teeth! Bright silhouettes Succumbing to pier pressure Small ices dripping (28/3/04-Llandudno pier) North, peacock ocean; Turning South - mountainous Wales In shimmering waves (28/3/04-Llandudno pier) Sheep back to back Not speaking. Beware of lambs! Through the windscreen A postcard of Ingleborough No need to stop Going away - Watching the evening news In another room (27/5/04, Askrigg) Foxgloves are spotted inside - Next to the Couch potatoes The rapture of May ! Her buttercup thighs spread wide Swaledale receives us (28/5/04) The Yorkshire Dales - Dry stone, wagtails, copper beech, Cow Parsley. Squashed rabbits. (27-29/5/04) May - white bridal dream, Ferns, green overarching green, Gifts of clotted cream (the Dales, May 2004) In birthday pink Great flat drifts from haven to Heaven of sweet thrift (Lindisfarne causeway 31/5/04) Above Glossop The heavy swell of the moors Space to stretch the soul (4/6/4) Into the mountains, Asking the way - the farmer Stinks of cigarettes (5/6/4) Through my eyelids red Glows then amber then green - dark Follows. Going home. (18/06/04-coach from Liverpool) Wales wild under cloud Sprinkled with sheep, splashed with cows Green green grass of home (29/06/04-leaving for Gillingham) Ferry in the rain Catbells a cauldron, Lodore And time in spate (Derwentwater 12/08/04) Driving through country In which I long to stand still And root with the trees (August 2004) Suddenly drive through A Simon Palmer painting, Cathedral of trees On Bowland summit Sheep grazing in cloud Into the unknown (August 9th 2004) Honister sunswept Studded scarlet with rowan Awe is redefined (September 23rd 2004) Undulating dusk - Childhood journeys returning Village by village (18/02/05- 17h30, nearly @ Scarborough) April - the colours! Bluebell sky, Great Orme gorse-lit, In such peacock sea! (15/04/05) On the seaside train, Racing the straight seaside road, A passenger waves (27/06/05-going to Coventry) June water-meadows, Many-coloured horses drinking, My life flashing past (27/06/05-approaching Rugby) Through twin trees, harebells - Carrying clouds shoulder-high The Ben broods on blue (7-8 Aug 2005 Loch Eil) Huge gold sun cloud-crowned Behind twinkling Runcorn Crowding birds wing home (20/01/06-driving back from Altcourse) Trail-blazing at dusk Flights west grazing my mountains. Below, slow lights home. (20/01/06-driving back from Altcourse) The poet returns, Hugged by mountains, rain-rapt, past Roped to the future (Keswick Aug.5th 2007) Untame everything - park to Wilderness, soft ride to battle-hard sole (Cumbria 6/8/2007) Dangerous corner, Ice-cream van ready to pounce, Cones all down the road! (Cumbria 7/8/2007) youth oblivious treks Lakeland, grey knees crack, real folk farm in wonder (Cumbria 7/8/2007) Over the high fells Every hill has its own cloud Every tree its shade (to Ullswater 9/8/2007) We leave. The fells weep. Keswick goes on without us. My heart is breaking. (11/8/2007) Big as the Sun Slow in the evening mist One balloon, setting (Holyhead train 21/09/08) The echo of rock - Hoof on shale on stone - Fissure: Blinding citadels! (14/03/10. the passage to Petra) |