Tag: photography

It is Quiet in the Wood

The photograph was taken in Morchard Wood in the autumn, 2025. Morchard Bishop is a village in Mid Devon.

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It is quiet in the wood
So quiet that it’s understood
You must walk silently.

Then you hear the birdsong
And you realise nothing’s wrong
With silence:

Let the sounds of nature speak
To all who would now listen –

Only in quietness seek.

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‘It’s quiet in the wood’ comes from the new collection of poems being prepared. Devon a Light is available for purchase as a book via my poetry store here and to read or purchase as an ebook on Amazon here.

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Morchard

The photograph is of Morchard wood, taken in Autumn 2025. Morchard Bishop is a village in Mid Devon.

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It is the Great Wood:

“Morchet”, “Mor Coed”

Becoming “Morchard Bishop”

Or to locals just “Morchard”

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In winter impassable

Due to the mud

In summer a wonder

To Devon blood

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The trees’ breathing

Ensures we survive

Each moment’s photosynthesis

Each moment we are alive.

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‘Morchard’ comes from the new collection of poems being prepared. Devon a Light is available for purchase as a book via my poetry store here and to read or purchase as an ebook on Amazon here.

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Devon A Light

The photograph is of an autumn sunrise, taken from Morchard Bishop.

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The sky pinks and oranges

With red

Celebrations

After a stormy night

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And in imagination I’m led

By nature and a million words

Which in the silence I have heard

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That might

Set Devon all alight.

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‘Devon A Light’ comes from the collection of poems Devon a Light which is available for purchase as a book via my poetry store here and to read or purchase as an ebook on Amazon here.

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Arch of Glory – November 2025

The photograph was taken from Morchard Bishop in the autumn.

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We saw

the arch of glory

.

Which framed

our story

.

Of birth

Childhood and growth

.

What would be next

We wondered

.

Gazing

At the richest colours

.

In fascination

Both.

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‘Arch of Glory’ comes from the collection of poems Devon a Light which is available for purchase as a book via my poetry store here and to read or purchase as an ebook on Amazon here.

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I’ll Tell You How The Sun Rose

I’ll tell you how the Sun rose – 
A Ribbon at a time – 
The Steeples swam in Amethyst – 
The news, like Squirrels, ran – 


The Hills untied their Bonnets – 
The Bobolinks – begun –
Then I said softly to myself –
“That must have been the Sun”!

But how he set – I know not –
There seemed a purple stile
That little Yellow boys and girls
Were climbing all the while – 

Till when they reached the other side – 
A Dominie in Gray – 
Put gently up the evening Bars – 
And led the flock away –

This wonderful poem by Emily Dickinson inspired me when I first read it in my late teens, and it still inspires me today.

The photograph was taken from my village, Morchard Bishop in Devon, looking at Dartmoor in the distance.

Devon A Light

The sky pinks and oranges

With red

Celebrations

After a stormy night

And in imagination I’m led

By nature and a million words

Which in the silence I have heard

That might

Set Devon all

A light.

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Photograph: sunrise from Morchard Bishop, Winter 2025