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Tuesday, 05 September 2017 10:17

Walking in the Rain

Walking in the Rain

High up on the misty ridge

I lean into the punch of wind,

the cut of horizontal rain.

 

Over grey-green, restless waves

eiderdowns of sodden cloud unroll,

sagging with the weight of rain.

 

A wet September Sunday.

The cool, sweet juice of blackberries

picked and eaten in the rain.

 

On leaf and thorn and fruit

trembling globes of light suspended.

Shiny, fragile pearls of rain.

 

Such words as these condense

as droplets falling out of cloud

to the rhythm of the rain.

 

To the rhythm of my steps

through long, wet grass, over hard stone,

these words, falling down like rain.

Friday, 04 August 2017 14:40

Pictures at an Exhibition

Pictures at an Exhibition

Don’t be shy, step in,

cross the threshold, leave this world.

These unlocked doorways,

these open windows,

unspoken invitations

to another place.

Do you know this sky

with its looping skein of birds,

its upswept cloudscape?

This woman dancing

barefoot on a rocky shore

beneath a round moon?

This twisted pathway

under dark, unfriendly trees,

eyes in the shadows?

This couple, naked

on the edge of winter, sad,

leaving the garden?

Having once stepped in,

will you return unaltered,

having seen such things?

Having crossed over,

will you recognise your world?

Will you be the same?

DJR Aug 17

Friday, 16 December 2016 13:17

Evening News

Each day, we eat our dinner and we watch
the hungry, the bullied and the scarred, and all
those sad migrations of the dispossessed.

From comfortable armchairs we watch
the bombs bloom red as sudden flowers
in broken cities with their shredded lives.

Drinking our wine we watch the thirsty.
Here are the drownings, and here the cries,
behind the anaesthetic of the screen.

And day by day the soul fills up with cinders.
How should we measure this slow corrosion,
this acid rust that scars and clots the heart?

Look through the lens. Such anonymity
absolves us. Call it objectivity,
for these are not our neighbours or our friends.

Thursday, 11 August 2016 18:55

Next Moontree Exhibition

Watch this space for news of our next exhibition

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The last Moontree Exhibition

was at

The Hayloft Gallery,

Wick Lane, Christchurch, Dorset

from July 21st until August 3rd. 2017

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Monday, 13 June 2016 15:20

Upcoming Poetry Performances

David will be part of the Lines and Squares poetry group, performing at The New Forest Folk Festival from July 5th. till July 9th.

Friday, 15 April 2016 08:49

Meditation and Reiki Share Groups

Meditation Groups:

1st. Monday each month. 7 pm

3rd. Wednesday each month 7 pm

Reiki Share:

2nd. Wednesday each month 7 pm

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Friday, 15 April 2016 08:39

Breathless

Through the nave of the wood

into the sanctuary; our steps

hushed by leaf-litter, slow as supplicants.

Curtains of silence, hemmed with birdsong, hang

from fan vaulting branches, bare

against a clerestory of sky.

Pale columns rise, beech trunk spires,

polished, cool and smooth as stone.

A stillness here, more profound than prayer,

a waiting deeper still than patience.

The forest, held in balance, holds its breath,

balancing on this one moment

that any moment will dissolve.

Then, the breath exhaled, the prayer spoken,

as each coming breath confirms

the breathless psalm of spring.

Monday, 11 April 2016 14:47

Moontree's New "Shop"

From April 1st until the end of August 2016

Moontree

had an outlet

in The Quayside Emporium

on Poole Quay

Paintings, Prints, Photographs

3D Pieces, Needlefelting

     

Tuesday, 02 February 2016 10:26

Winter Blues

Winter Blues

I am in an arid season

where nothing germinates,

and nothing will grow.

 

Is this a hibernation or a drought?

Nothing will connect,

and nothing cleaves to nothing.

 

I sit in this armchair, one third awake,

and follow old day-dreams down blind alleys

beside the fire, beneath the cat's warm weight.

 

Outside the house, in the uncertain light,

wind frets and fidgets in the wet gutters.

Rain clatters, cold, against the window glass.

Thursday, 05 November 2015 17:32

Deborah's 3D Work Page Updated

Go to Deborah's 3D Page for images of her recent needlefelted creations.

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