The Fairie Lake @IckworthNT
Solitude
‘Mystical Triangulation’ at Thorpeness 5th September 2013
The Fairie Lake @IckworthNT It is hidden, separate, apart: wandering down the long track nurdling into a deep wood with its shrivelight streaming through green canopied trees is exciting vital alive Now lit full-on in bright summer sun, now receding into dullness flashing backwards and forwards on and off wards birds chanting heavenwards and a cuckoo sings downwards winding through white clusters of elderflowers and honeysuckle whose aromatic sweetness infuses the air The brightness intensifies An opening appears in the oakwood Where through reeds and yellow flagged iris the fairy lake rests hidden, fringed with yellow pond lilies a shimmering stillness, but for coot and moorhen with their young and the occasional fish jumping None dare confess as to what there may be, unexpressed here in origin man made a dammed stream with once an ornamental boathouse memories lie forgotten of what once was There remains a presence Still waters reflecting the sky depths unreachable, unfathomable More than nature has reclaimed this place dancing elementals fill the air Copyright © 2017 Victor Weston
Solitude I am alone but not alone in solitude yet perfectly serene isolated offshore on an island garlanded by trees graced by bluebell glades adorned by headlands of gorse with heady perfume far from the mainland yet there it remains visible, from whence Iʼve come; silence but for birdsong and the buzzing of bees a gentle breeze ‟be still and know” the still small voice is speaking. Copyright © Victor Weston 2012
"Mystical triangulation" Thorpeness 5th September 2013 On entering the sea at dawn the self breaks a mythical surface of liquid gold eastwards the limit of the horizon above the steadily rising orb of radiating sun All creatures present greet the drama cormorants fly across in black silhouette rabbits risen from their burrows as in prayer face the light bass sole and jellyfish lie motionless bathers robed arrive in silence others stand at the water's edge seeking to connect with the unifying midpoint of all things, for an instant a piece of the eternal Returning to the shore one’s own shadow precedes into an approaching day. Copyright © 2013 Victor Weston