Elvers by Moonlight

Elvers by Moonlight

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Deep black waters and a young wren’s song
Caught in a flash flood of anomie
 • David Knowles
Late evening on a limestone pavement
… or wherever it is that you go to confess
 • David Knowles
The silver thread
A different old man and a different sea
 • David Knowles
An intimacy of sounds
A fool arrives back where he started
 • David Knowles
The kingfisher
This morning is made of alabaster, too soft a stone for the monumental art of cathedrals. Her skin is almost white enough for sanctity, but for a blush…
 • David Knowles
Before the door closes
They say that newly-hatched birds will imprint onto just about anything which moves.
 • David Knowles
Sinkholes, swallows and possibility’s pot
It is more than a year now, since I began telling you tales of Mallerstang, the north-Pennines valley in which we live.
 • David Knowles
The juniper tree and a vole’s soul
Up on Birkett Common, a short climb above our house, there is one last old juniper tree.
 • David Knowles
All glory is fleeting
Crab apples and Westmorland damsons
 • David Knowles
Elvers by Moonlight
Elvers by Moonlight
A journal of everyday auguries and under-reported miracles
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