tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46413249866472320072024-02-08T06:59:50.566-08:00Small Stones from SussexJulie Singletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00627227731299126018noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641324986647232007.post-24114116144227754842013-01-05T13:34:00.001-08:002013-01-05T13:34:38.540-08:00HopeThree bruise coloured bulbs<br />
crackle<br />
in my palmJulie Singletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00627227731299126018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641324986647232007.post-26994198563887206782013-01-05T13:09:00.000-08:002013-01-05T13:10:06.606-08:00Winter walk<div>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">A sickly sun skulks</span></div>
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Julie Singletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00627227731299126018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641324986647232007.post-27951233826171501632013-01-03T12:08:00.002-08:002013-01-03T12:17:20.384-08:00On the way home<br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">A solitary tractor</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Mobbed by squalling gulls.</span><br />
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Julie Singletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00627227731299126018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641324986647232007.post-63730921507740629302013-01-02T13:30:00.001-08:002013-01-03T12:17:04.300-08:00Mid-Afternoon<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.09375); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px;"></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.294118); font-family: inherit; line-height: 24px;">Voices murmur in the next room. Soft vowels fuse into warm streams that meld with the sluggish tick of the clock. Daydreaming, I lean against the smooth wall, feel the vibration of words through stone. A litany; a prayer.</span></div>
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</span>Julie Singletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00627227731299126018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641324986647232007.post-26766299544078757002013-01-01T13:10:00.002-08:002013-01-01T13:12:32.711-08:00Along the way<br />
A crossroads<br />
and, to the north,<br />
a narrow dirt track, where boot and hoof have made their mark over<br />
centuries.<br />
Above<br />
the canopy whispers secrets of the long gone, their voices whipped away<br />
by the wind.<br />
I tread where they once trod, feel the memory of their footfall;<br />
the path a palimpsest,<br />
where my own boot makes its<br />
mark.<br />
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Julie Singletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00627227731299126018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641324986647232007.post-85861855007585890142011-01-31T13:26:00.000-08:002011-01-31T13:26:26.116-08:00WarmthSunlight presses through the window; my numb body stirs to life.Julie Singletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00627227731299126018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641324986647232007.post-24661632616727649292011-01-31T13:24:00.000-08:002011-01-31T13:24:47.507-08:00The SummerhouseA peacock butterfly sleeps on the wall of my summerhouse;<br />
Eyes watch me on folded wings.Julie Singletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00627227731299126018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641324986647232007.post-39813318934996262282011-01-31T13:22:00.001-08:002011-01-31T13:22:27.536-08:00SundaySlow, unfurling;<br />
A chance for my mind to wander amongst the flowerbeds.Julie Singletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00627227731299126018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641324986647232007.post-19709098846434264512011-01-31T13:21:00.000-08:002011-01-31T13:21:39.998-08:00RootsThe gnarled trunk of the Scots Pine gives an anchor to my scattered life.Julie Singletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00627227731299126018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641324986647232007.post-35236204909377140252011-01-31T13:20:00.000-08:002011-01-31T13:20:08.353-08:00Garden Birdwatch,I wait <br />
behind glass<br />
for winged messengers to appear.Julie Singletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00627227731299126018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641324986647232007.post-84590718955365816672011-01-31T13:18:00.001-08:002011-01-31T13:18:46.505-08:00HedgehogA gap beneath the fence - the gateway to another world.Julie Singletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00627227731299126018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641324986647232007.post-80321813829831436452011-01-31T13:17:00.001-08:002011-01-31T13:17:51.203-08:00Back Garden at NightI tip my head back; <br />
I am swallowed up by the night sky.Julie Singletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00627227731299126018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641324986647232007.post-71074984737128648032011-01-31T13:16:00.000-08:002011-01-31T13:16:29.146-08:00Garden FenceThe scarlet breast <br />
of a Robin <br />
lifts<br />
the heart.Julie Singletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00627227731299126018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641324986647232007.post-91452743911760109952011-01-20T03:53:00.000-08:002011-01-20T04:01:18.485-08:00AeroplaneAn aeroplane drones and I drift back to childhood: the smell of mown grass, the thump of a ball on tarmac, egg yolk trickling down my chin.Julie Singletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00627227731299126018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641324986647232007.post-87283129412192467152011-01-16T07:05:00.000-08:002011-01-16T07:05:49.070-08:00BookshopI run my hand over the cover. Voices speak to me from the past.Julie Singletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00627227731299126018noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641324986647232007.post-32287727271212042202011-01-16T06:58:00.000-08:002011-01-16T06:58:26.149-08:00Across the BarHer damson fingernails curl around the wine glass.<br />
Lips tight with disdain.Julie Singletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00627227731299126018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641324986647232007.post-30629113277358042872011-01-16T06:52:00.000-08:002011-01-16T06:52:10.207-08:00Winter MorningThe Downs are brooding<br />
Beneath<br />
A fish-grey sky.Julie Singletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00627227731299126018noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641324986647232007.post-36949960374963428282011-01-13T05:57:00.001-08:002011-01-13T05:57:59.429-08:00SignBlack trainers dangling from a tree. What strange totem is this?Julie Singletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00627227731299126018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641324986647232007.post-44199551138943116132011-01-13T05:34:00.001-08:002011-01-13T05:37:13.418-08:00JanuaryA pewter sky<br />
Over the Downs,<br />
I walk onwards through<br />
A web of mist.Julie Singletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00627227731299126018noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641324986647232007.post-52818846400991268332011-01-11T13:46:00.000-08:002011-01-11T13:52:20.192-08:00VoiceYour words cut through me<br />
Sharp as Downs flintJulie Singletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00627227731299126018noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641324986647232007.post-85102978272366269392011-01-11T12:52:00.001-08:002011-01-11T12:52:51.441-08:00UrbanA solitary robin <br />
Sings in the fake dawn of a streetlight.Julie Singletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00627227731299126018noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641324986647232007.post-66841901800840509752011-01-09T13:23:00.000-08:002011-01-09T13:23:35.061-08:00PlantingBulbs uncovered in an old shed bring the promise of spring.Julie Singletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00627227731299126018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641324986647232007.post-8158039467108031682011-01-09T13:20:00.000-08:002011-01-09T13:26:20.610-08:00Empty HouseBeyond the cracked plaster and the gaping roof, there is a heartbeat.Julie Singletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00627227731299126018noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641324986647232007.post-49775592130746223392011-01-07T05:44:00.000-08:002011-01-07T05:44:17.541-08:00CormorantSickle-necked. Reptilian.<br />
Regards me with unblinking eye.Julie Singletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00627227731299126018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641324986647232007.post-43269067343024414882011-01-06T05:53:00.001-08:002011-01-06T05:53:34.394-08:00BusThe man beside me mumbles. Is he a madman or a prophet?Julie Singletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00627227731299126018noreply@blogger.com5