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Stations of The Cross - Sixth Station
Jesus scourged and crowned with thorns. Mark 15: 17 -19 Swish – thud! The first blow His lungs gasp. Swish – thud! With the second His flesh splits...
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Stations of The Cross - Fifth Station
Jesus judged by Pilate Mark 15: 14,15 I ask, who would choose to govern the Jews? When it meant my arising early at three, To receive their high...
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Stations of The Cross - Fourth Station
Peter denies Jesus. Mark 14.43-46 After the Passover, when Judas had left, The Master had told them he was going away. And like young children, they...
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Stations of The Cross - Third Station
Jesus condemned by the Sanhedrin. Mark 14.55-64 (Caiaphas to the court) ‘Let us now consider together, the prisoner, This self-styled prophet – Jesus...
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Stations of The Cross - Second Station
The second station, Judas betrays.
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Remembrance of things past
Posted on Wed, 15 Mar 2023
I though you captured that time well, and reading reminded me of my own 'salad days'.
Read full commentPosted in Part Of Something Special
Memories
Posted on Fri, 10 Mar 2023
your black and white ghost
running in the eternal mist.
This brought back recent memories of loosing our beloved dog. A good poem Paul
Read full commentPosted in Spring Skies (After the Dogs of Winter)
We sit on our legs
Posted on Mon, 13 Feb 2023
Well done Jane; this got me into a poetic mood; about how I was once carried about on my legs when I broke through in jogging - came the day when I only had to summon my legs for a good run.
Read full commentPosted in These are the Legs I Ordered.
Intriguing, more than is said.
Posted on Tue, 14 Feb 2023
Thanks for this Rhiannonw. I though it captured in its conversational tone, the chasm that can seperates a childs world frome that of us adults. Yes, reassure the child, but that face is very real to it.
Read full commentPosted in Worked-up Fear?
Green man still shoots as green
Posted on Mon, 06 Feb 2023
Thank you Jenny. And yes, I do so love the Green Man in our ancient island myths - or truths? I just wish he could still come striding in.
Read full commentPosted in Secrets Of A Green Man
Ah Buddhist!
Posted on Sat, 04 Feb 2023
I was once priveleged to spend some years as a Buddhist Bhikkhu, so no wonder this resonates.
Read full commentPosted in The Wheel in the Cave
The dark is a different country
Posted on Thu, 09 Feb 2023
A good imaginative poem, that takes me along on that walk in the night.
Read full commentPosted in Lit Windows
Any town now.
Posted on Thu, 09 Feb 2023
Yes, just like our St Ives - the real one, not the ponsy tourist trap; the only growth now is in charity shops - well written Ewan
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Death in memory
Posted on Thu, 09 Feb 2023
This is good. I liked its flow, and your clever use of words - 'a well-urned fate' is a superalative phrase. A well-deserved cherry Ewan.
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Evocative
Posted on Mon, 06 Feb 2023
This evokes for me the legend of the Green Man, a very ancient symbol of nature - well done.
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