We are moving …

 

And updating …

 

LINES and SideLINES and Wrinkles (yes a new endeavour!) will be moving soon.

 

We will have a new website and YouTube channel.

 

We hope you will join us when we launch.

 

We have written our poems.

We have written our prose.

We have stories and ideas

That nobody knows.

We want to share our thoughts.

We want to share as we age

We are older and wiser (maybe not)

As we turn over a new page.

And we’ll have photos to share

and will continue to write

We will YouTube our thoughts

And link to our website.

We are moving up and moving on

But you can still find us,when we have gone.

We will give you the info,

We will give you the link,

Get ready your oils and pastels

Get ready your camera or ink

We want your contributions

And your thoughts too.

LINES, sideLINES and Wrinkles

In a home that is new.

 

Watch this space!

 

 

 

 A Month in Autumn - 10

The House in the Air

 

I can imagine the green valley stretching before

And the trees and hedges that give the landscape form.

In my mind’s-eye the fields are clear

But not today.

But not today.

 

I can see the mist swirling like a blanket of wool

But there are no edges where cold air meets warm.

Only the billowing clouds the landscape

The boundaries betray,

The boundaries betray.

 

And floating above on an unseen magic carpet,

Sits the white cottage on the pontoon of the storm,

Inviting us into a wisp of a world through

An opaque gateway.

An opaque gateway.

 

Does it exist or does this mirage hover above

In a parallel world of obscure haze and transform

The valley to sumptuous icing with cottage decoration,

A just out of reach soufflé?

A just out of reach soufflé?

 

The phantom white house navigates the low cloud

And glints in the sun. An illusion set on an invisible platform

It seems to move and sway and is suddenly gone.

Like a star in the Milky Way.

Like a beautiful star in the distant Milky Way.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 A Month in Autumn - 09

Libra

 

An element of Air.

You think you have caught in your palm

But you open your hand and it’s vanished.

Just crinkles and lines never banished

Tell your story.

 

Ruled by Venus.

The planetary pull on your soul is strong,

You love beauty and money and love Love,

Provided they fit like a fashionable glove

Perfectly groomed.

 

Proportion and balance.

A perfectly balanced mind and life.

Exists there a myth that Librans are indecisive,

Yet their verdicts come easy, laughingly derisive

Self-indulgent.

 

Harmony and concord.

Knowledge is power, we keep information

The perfect balance of intuition and logic,

Our pursuit of justice can become pathologic

Well-balanced.

 

Symmetry rules.

A place for everything and nothing out of place,

Until boredom steals, creeping into the perceptive brain

But they will forgive you, because they can. Ultimately vain

Self-satisfied.

 

Inanimate object.

The only one of the twelve.

A time when the daylight and night match each other.

A calm, rational sensation that envelopes the senses

But beware the righteous and the consequences,

Libra has its Claws.