Deer at Brightwalton

Posted February 16, 2019 by Val Moulton
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November 1918

Posted November 7, 2018 by Val Moulton
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A strange, uneasy
Shift in reality.

The ragged, weary, dog end
Days of war
Slip away,
Into bewilderment.

Bells peal,
The strident sound fades
Into silence.

Ghosts of war
Stalk this ravaged wasteland,
Seize shredded minds,
Haunt the cursed unborn.
Frozen and numb
The living blunder on
In silence.

In memory of Tommy Kelly, aged 19, killed in action on 6th November 1918 near Arras, France. His parents Tom and Annie Kelly had already celebrated Armistice when news of his death arrived.

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Posted November 30, 2013 by Val Moulton
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I see a pair of wagtails
silver        and black
heads and tails bobbing
running           darting
on the patio

in a sudden breath of November
you are behind me
your tweed jacket rough
under my young fingers
that faint smell of tobacco

and the room
silver tray on the wall
      50 years of practice
oak sideboard        solid
crammed tableware papers
black and white photos
out of the doors

we are all there


Wee Mister Wagtail hopping on a rock,
Daddy says your pretty tail is like a goblin’s clock.

Meadow Cranesbill

Posted August 5, 2013 by Val Moulton
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A scattering of petals on the chalk path.


Posted January 1, 2013 by Val Moulton
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I watched
her little fingers
twist and loop the thread,
push the needle
into fine lace.
This one a handkerchief,
this a piece for the table,
hunger pricked.

The size is the price.
Lay the coins end to end
along the daisy chain.

I wrote this poem when I was researching lace making. Lace was made by women and children at the time of the Irish Famine. The price of the lace was arrived at by covering the piece with coins. Most of the money went to middlemen.
From A Sense of Place


Posted November 1, 2012 by Val Moulton
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Harebell - - 201688

As summer fell
Away to autumn
I found
A solitary harebell
In the long grass
Where knapweed
And yellow rattle
Flower purple and gold.

That tiny splash
Of eggshell blue caught
The ripples of the wind
And danced,
And I danced too
With sheer delight.

Six Overcoats

Posted October 27, 2012 by Val Moulton
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Although this beech tree copse is just a couple of miles from where I live it was six overcoats colder this afternoon. The icy blast from the North whipped the trees into a crazy orchestra.

Beech Copse

We were glad to join the skeletons warming themselves by the log burner in the Courthill Tea Room.

Skeletons by the fire