Old Moor

Here, a moment’s peace
Here, near-stillness
Here, near-silent space
To watch without waiting
To the lake and wavy reed

Winter’s blanket has cast wide
Cold fusion of landscape
Of air, and the natural world
Survival is at work
In limpid pools, dark-water edges

To do is to sit and to be
Dial out the urgent world
Observe and connect
Watch change unfold
Fade, renew and renew again

You, hidden, unnoticed
A panorama of form
In a wide embracing arc
Of colour, camouflage
Stillness, silence, peace

-©️ Glenn Barker 2022

-Soo Finch

-Jonathan Totman

A Dawn Chorus (Vacana 11)

O, Lady of the Breath.
how to arc in your air?

A dozen or more tiny caves
sing you into the world

from the trillbudded barkskin
volume and delivery

a root that connects with
its origin tree,

broadcasts to my ears,
territory songs,

and chat up lines, a Saturday
night on the town played out

on a morning before the wormshop,
home repair, teach bairns how to fly,

-Paul Brookes

Bios And Links

-Glenn Barker

has only recently come to writing poetry, having been engaged by the effects of the pandemic on the human mind, and the effects of lockdown. Latterly he has broken out into free verse, to explore who we are, how we relate to others and the psychological dynamics of inner lives, as well as far less weighty subjects.