A poem born of an impossibly trying situation.
Nobody was hurt in the forging of this seething cauldron of feelings!
The last line made me laugh. A lot. As it will anyone who knows what an incorrigible peacemaker I am in real life!
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Caught in nets of purpled cloud
Birch suffused with shiver of steel
Glass castle and ring of flame
Keening over the spinning souls
Locked to earth by a chain of tides,
Sunset bruised the horizon rolls,
Never static and never tame
Now the velvet has bound her eyes
Kissed her lids with its violet shade
Night's birth is the day that dies
Whispered colours her fabric's frame
Speeding on through the radiant dark
Starflake piercing insomnia's gloom
Kirtles herself in rainbow's arc
Free of border and without name
(Joyce Barrass 2016)
Photographs of the Full Buck Moon rising over Wickersley Wood, South Yorkshire, UK and sunset in the western sky on the hottest day of the year, taken by the author and viewable in full HD over on Joyce's Flickr where you can always find her photos of the Moon, clouds, birds, wildlife, natural world, passing aircraft, Yorkshire scenery and lots more of her passions and peculiarities. Her historical novel "GOATSUCKER HARVEST" is part of her lifelong lyrical lovesong to her native Yorkshire roots and is available from Amazon in paperback and as a Kindle ebook.
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Wednesday, 13 July 2016
Sand castles and rock pools: first draft, second novel - taking the clifftop path towards "Cloudhover Solstice"
|Scouting out "Cloudhover Solstice" locations: Flamborough Head 17th century Old Chalk Beacon Tower|
I'm back from my eagerly-anticipated research reconnaissance trip to fairest Flamborough, the setting for the novel, from the chalk cliffs and caves to the haunting hidden hollows of ancient Danes Dyke, cutting off the headland from the rest of these islands, leaving it pointing mysteriously out towards vanished Doggerland off the coast of Holderness.
|Selwick Stack, Selwick's Bay, Flamborough Head|
|Kittiwakes, High Stacks, Flamborough|
|Cave arch, North Landing, Flamborough|
I took photographs and emotional mental snapshots, too, of those dominant sentinels of the headland, the 1806 Lighthouse and the Old Beacon Tower, built in chalk in the seventeen century. They must play their part, with their own tales interweaving into the lives of my characters and impacting on their fictional journey.
I took panorama sweeps to judge distances between landmarks, from Filey Brigg in the north, to Bridlington to the south. I explored Chatterthrow, formerly "Chattertrove" beyond Little Thornwick Bay, named for the racket made by the seabirds that thronged the cliffs as they nested, before humankind impacted their paradise, a central theme in my book.
|Flamborough panorama from Chatterthrow back towards the Lighthouse|
Flamborough did me good, as it always does, not only as a writer, but as a human being. Chronic illness has meant four years of not being able to manage a holiday, and Flamborough has haunted my dreams with glimpses of joy throughout those life-limiting days. Flamborough more than made up for it. Flamborough wouldn't know how to disappoint me if it tried!
|Flamborough Head Lighthouse|
So the chipping and carving at the sand castle goes on, as "Cloudhover Solstice" takes its own unique shape under my scribbling fingers, recreating and restoring me along the way. I hope when it's ready to reveal itself to the world, you will enjoy reading it and that you'll be enchanted too by this magical place!
|Danes Dyke Beach, Flamborough|