flood water

half submerged
in flood water
the hollowed out shell of tree trunks

morning light

in the soft
amber glow of morning light
the deer in silhouette

ice

shroud of ice
slowly dissolving
in the rising sun

Gulls Clould Snow

against grey clouds
and driving snow
gulls pass -
a bright shadow

At New Year

hold my hand
and lets step into the grey
together

Photo Hubbard Park trees in fog by pdonovan

At St Seiriol's Well

months later
and hundreds of miles away
I’m still drawing from St Seiriol’s Well

Remembrance Haiku

dawn - war memorial
haloed with frost
poppies and candlelight

November Haiku

late November dawn
full moon
an early Christmas light

Two Autumn Haiku

a chandelier
of red Japanese
Maple


a cascade
of red Japanese
Maple

October Haiku

autumn woods
reverberating



among the fallen leaves
the glow of the setting sun



autumn twilight
upon golden leaves
we walk upon the sun




the river
shrivels grey and wrinkled -
autumn twilight

A Silence

glutinous silence
then thunder
barrelling the sky

The Tree of Life by Terrance Malick

The Tree of Life

written and directed by Terrance Malick

"There are two ways through life. The way of nature and the way of grace. We have to choose which one you will follow."

"Unless you love, your life will flash by."

The Tree of Life

This is without doubt one of the greatest films I have ever watched.

Still Pond

still pond
in the cool of the day
reflecting Eden

Midday

midday - already
twilight under this grey
July sky

Poem for the Nineteen

On Friday 6 July we held a farewell lunch for nineteen colleagues who are leaving the English team this academic year - some have already left. It has been a difficult and painful time for us all.

I was asked to write a poem to mark this sad occasion. It was printed on the inside of the nineteen farewell cards we gave out at the lunch. Here is the poem.

Poem For the Nineteen

We know how to say goodbye.
It’s built into our contracts.

Each year the students
come and go.
It’s part of the ebb and flood tides
of our working lives.

But our colleagues' leaving is difficult for us.
It has smashed our equilibrium,
driven by hard currents
that are out of our control
and has left us reeling.

In other offices
they are dismantling our island collegium.
Slow - matured over decades
now diminished to a remnant
of the colleagues
I have measured myself against.

So let’s mark that for a brief time
we shared together
the great toy of language
kinship in the team room,
incendiary in the classroom.

That ignited these indifferent walls -
that will not remember any of us.
For we are all only just suspended
on the living threads of memory.

I know that I shall be looking through files
in months to come
and find written on some discarded paper
your familiar handwriting
that will inflame the dull insistent ache of loss
that I’ve been carrying around with me.

And I know
for those of us staying
and for those of us going,
it is as if we are all
become exiles – adrift
leaving something precious behind.

© David Loffman

Feathers

there is nothing
of the pigeon - but a
garden of grey feathers

Beyond the Border 2012

We have returned from Beyond the Border. A little damp and splattered with mud but filled to over flowing with stories, a glimpse of other ways to live, friendship and love.

Beyond the Border 2012