New Court autumn


Flap, flap- glide…
Flap, flap- glide…
Flashing brown against a setting sun
A Sparrowhawk circles on to Jesus.

Ochre shines the spire,
Red glows the tile,
Disrespectful gargoyles spit at a too blue sky.

Yellow leaves cling on to weakening branches,
Strange fruit fall in the breeze one-two-three.
Collected-up in children’s toys,
To be gathered and counted.

Hats and scarves,
Playing amidst leaves and leaves
To be kicked, not swept!

Squeals and laughter-
Down slide and round court
…Time to come in now,
…Time to come in now.

Shells?



My first crisis in blogging is what to call the thing!

Well, I thought about names and poems and clever Greek words or aramaic for that matter. Then thought about photography and travel and faith and the world and then settled down for a lager to think some more.

I thought about the journey of faith that I am on, of post modernity and paradox and provisionality. I thought about how I might use this blog to share things that I found along the way. And then I thought of the Camino de Santiago, the pilgrim way along Northern Spain- which I am yet to do.

The symbol of the pilgrim is a shell a Scallop shell to be precise which are plentiful along the coast there. It was a proof of completing the pilgrimage, part of the myth of St. James, a symbol of where the waves of God's mercies choose to throw us and a useful means of scooping water from streams along the way. Take your pick.

I also love beaches and sunshine and beachcombing and picking up mementos of where I've been.

So there you go, 'Shells on a beach', my entry into Blogosphere.

Welcome to my world...