Rachel J Bowler's photos with the keyword: Birmingham

Displaced

12 May 2024 8 3 294
From point to point, In front and behind, Above and below, The horizon curves, From constant thought To constant thought. Far away Your memory hidden Behind the circle. Although it was expected, Your departure Still surprised. Like mist On a winter's day.

The Trees

03 May 2024 9 6 273
The trees are coming into leaf Like something almost being said; The recent buds relax and spread, Their greenness is a kind of grief. Is it that they are born again And we grow old? No, they die too, Their yearly trick of looking new Is written down in rings of grain. Yet still the unresting castles thresh In fullgrown thickness every May. Last year is dead, they seem to say, Begin afresh, afresh, afresh. Philip Larkin

Almost Blue

Mors certa

Escape

17 Mar 2024 12 7 240
I wait for a tomorrow Filled with summer. I feed my thoughts But this is no sad interim. My eyes are impatient For the frost to melt To be contracted anew, The blunt force allayed. But the sharpness shrinks, When the fullness of winter Is renewed daily, Until the view becomes clear. And dullness reminds me That I escaped. (Inspired by Sonnet 56)

Lights

09 Mar 2024 5 3 241
The lights are too Bright To be spectres. Competing with the Moonlight They reveal Every insect That scales The walls of The past. Across floors And under subways Now demolished. Creatures that Crawl towards the Reflected, rather Than face the Cavernous.

The Future Never Spoke

06 Mar 2024 8 4 169
The Future never spoke – Nor will he like the Dumb Reveal by sign – a Syllable Of His Profound To Come – Emily Dickinson

Autumn Again

03 Oct 2023 5 7 247
I often go to the place Where the trees still whisper Their time travel magic, Releasing memories Frozen in the sun. Is this the trickery Of hope? After all these years, What am I expecting? Perhaps a sign That the year Has not yet ended.

Navigation

30 Apr 2023 12 7 321
In a thousand Different directions, Following many Paths not one, The branches Show us the way, And whisper A kind of freedom We can barely Understand.

Old Memory

Morning Star

15 Apr 2023 11 7 335
Morning star, Out of the winter sun You appeared in black With chords of comfort, And all the songs I had ever known. I traded my soul For a lyre For you to play. And when the darkness Came I listened, until A nightmare Set me free.

Coming Back

13 Apr 2023 13 9 298
In the winter I came back, When the mist was down. I could still read the signs That pointed the way Towards solitary benches. So I chose one and sat, And drizzle mingled Between every pore, Until it reached Ethereal peace.

Low Mist

The Past

The Grey Lady

25 Feb 2023 9 5 174
Through the house No longer there, She walks. At a distance, Across the open grass. Sitting on a bench In the height of summer. At dusk, she lingers On the outskirts Of the fair. A thousand years Away, Alluded to By lovers On a rainy day. The real story Never told. The winter warning.

Mirage

14 Feb 2023 15 8 260
There is no symbol here. No infinite reaching To the other side. No secrecy Or sacred rites. Patterns of thought And feeling Comfortably cease. There is no need To seek the sky, Or what's beyond. There is already Light enough To see.

Fog

13 Feb 2023 5 3 207
Benevolently It descends. A half-memory I can't quite Recall, Which still Surprises, As if Something Has already Happened. There is no Uneasiness and The shadows Disappear When I try To touch them. This is how I want it To be.