A moment gone. This moment, now.

Ooh, where to start? Where to go? As ever a hundred and one ideas have come into my mind. Perhaps my fascination with words as a child. Perhaps the first time I shared poetry with a few friends in my twenties. Perhaps the first time I shared publicly with an art project in my thirties. Perhaps I should link to my passions, my heart and my mind. Perhaps I should stop for a moment. So, I have.
 
Let us live in this moment. Where we are. Where I am.
 
My best friend, my comrade, my mate, my (pretend) big brother, my confidant, my companion, my side by side explorer (or watcher of my me walks), my oh so often driver, my man of knowledge and contacts galore, my story maker, my buddy, my absolute adorable Alan; died two weeks ago today, this afternoon. His beautiful heart stopped and all I know is that he has opened mine. He was loved and adored so much by so many and most definitely me. I still talk with him every day and head out to his favourite places, discuss the weather, what we could do, which day of the week it is and wonder if he is out of bed yet. His favourite places are the beaches (I might be bias but I reckon he's smiling and agreeing). Two of these beaches I’ve been privileged enough to share poetry with and for. They link to two different projects. These have come into place in the last two weeks. Perhaps eerie, perhaps beautiful. Most definitely apt.
 
One project is Dynamic Dunescapes and their fantastic work across beaches in England and Wales. More specifically for me, Gwithian and The Towans, Cornwall. They wonderfully started sharing my poetry Friday 5th March and are doing so for five weeks. The other is Laura Drayson and her Copper Lichen. A digital design residency with Doorstep and Krowji. Her project starts at Porthtowan, Cornwall – Alan and mines favourite beach – where she leaves her beautiful art for you to discover on the trail.
 
Please do look into the wonderful work of both these projects through the links provided. Below are two of the poems I have written specifically for them. Poems I know Alan would enjoy listening to me read.
 
Dynamic Dunescapes 
Rambling Man
 
Down to the coast
To the sands
Tracing prints of birds, dogs; you.
The rambling man
 
Where sun trails
Pour over bronzed skin
Meandering deep dunes
These golden grains of life
Turned by tales made and yet to arrive
 
Shaping gold that moves with the soul
Paved by wailing winds and waves
Travels chased and called
Singing, yes, yes my love, be our shadows
Move with the breeze
Dance with the sun's light we have seized
 
The call of toads
The song of birds
The whispering grasses
Chanting as you stroll
Up, up, up
Across, over and down
Creating trails and sounds
 
You, the rambling man.

DD Instagram
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Laura Drayson 
​Copper Lines
 
The crash
The thump
The sound
That sound,
Soul awakening sound
Of the waves and the copper ground
Carried in echoes of the land
 
The whistle
The whisper
The sound
That sound
Enchanting sound
Of lives past and lives bound
In the oceans and moving sands
 
Thump of foot
Thump of man
Thump of the copper ground
 
Colours of time
Colours of travel
 
Copper lines
Copper tales
Clouds of copper speech
 
Those colours
Those ties
Those layers
Those lives
 
Touched and taken
All within this lands formation.
 
Laura Drayson Instagram 
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Love you Al, always will xxxx