Chalk… crushed skeletons, the weight of forever!
morning light, the sun washed white through the milk murk
up on the cliffs at castle hill, this weeks theme the swathes of hawthorn berries, scarlet as flame jacaranda
‘blobbed’ blackberries, the best a yogic stretch out of reach
later, down on the beach after a swim… ‘ALbion alBIon albiON’ rembering the chant from the football, that ebbed and flowed like waves
Albion is, of course, an ancient name for Britain, from at least Romano Celt times, derived from a word for white, most likely due to the cliffs of the south east
tho nowadays more familiar through the prism, the mythology of Blake, for whom Albion was a giant and THE primeaval man
i can imagine a merchant from the low countries, his boat down laden with coloured glass, pewter plates,
sails restless in the breeze, grey sky overhead, grey swell of sea, brood beneath
the boat lifts up, a rent in the clouds, blue sky, and there… look … majestic towering cliffs
gleaming, crown chakra white, this enchanted, shining land
word froth aside, i’ve been loving this late burst of sunshine, swan song of a reluctant summer, was a busy august with festies, adventures in devon etc
tuesday went with daughter up atop of the seven sisters, then yesterday a pedal with son up seaford head (autocorrect always wants to say ‘seafood’)!
feasting on marrows from the garden (forgotten courgettes!), tomatoes and errm rotton apple juice! be cider sea side
(kids.. mostly.. obvs reluctant to be in facebook snaps)
