Slipping on ice-steel socks, sinking into shingled thoughts;- I’m iron-blood dripped into shimmering depths. Sword legs glide through long ago relics, and washed clean, my heavy… Read more “Sea Poem: Sea Quenching”
A poem in response to a telling by Martin Shaw, of The Fox Woman. I loved the story back in April, but I’m only now hoping to… Read more “Fox She: a poem reflecting The Fox Woman storytelling by Martin Shaw”
Poem: Erosion (c) Sarah Acton 2016
field recording#1 Evidence vole carcass perfect laid thrush wraith feathers splayed vibrating frequencies heaving harmonies only immortals see beyond boundaries -sleight augury! such oracles, We.
It’s our final frontier, The last boundary of land’s reach, marked in lawless sands and pebbles deep – below us is the beach. To travel here Is… Read more “Poem for #lovethecoast: Cliff Path”