Starless and cold is the night,Wide yawns the sea,And over the sea, flat on his paunch,Sprawls that uncouth lubber, the northwind,And, quite at his ease, with hoarse, piping voice,Like a peevish curmudgeon who grows good-humoured,Chats to the water below;And he spins mad yarns without number,Slaughter-breathing tales of giants,World-old Norwegian sagas;And between-whiles, far-bellowing, laughs he, andhowlsContinue reading “Wide yawns the sea…”
Category Archives: Beach
Garm of Hounds
Skíðblaðnir best of boats; Of all the gods is Óðinn the greatest, And Sleipnir the best of steeds; Bifröst of bridges, Bragi of skalds, Hábrók of hawks, and Garm of hounds* This is our rescue boy, Nathan, a Hound of fine upstanding….He’s been with us since July of last year,2020. He came to us inContinue reading “Garm of Hounds”
Forward I look, and backward, and below I count, as god of avenues and gates, The years that through my portals come and go.
This blog was first posted on January 4, 2015 on Tales From the Undergardener’s Lodge…but I thought it worth of an update and another share. Here we are, and it’s January again. (Image Sunset Filey Beach 1st December 2020 ©Shullie H Porter 2020) Janus am I; oldest of potentates; Forward I look, and backward, andContinue reading “Forward I look, and backward, and below I count, as god of avenues and gates, The years that through my portals come and go.”
August Sunsets….
March 2017 – Sheffield “Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.” ― Rabindranath Tagore, Stray Birds August 2016 – From the Top of Norfolk Heritage Park, Sheffield Tramlights – August 2016, Sheffield Sunset on the road to Filey – MayContinue reading “August Sunsets….”
The ardent sun, from his long night of cloud….
‘The ardent sun, from his long night of cloud, Triumphantly arose–again to urge, Through heaven’s clear depths, above a smiling world, His dazzling car of fire, and lightning steeds.’ ** All Photographs © Shullie H Porter 2018 unless otherwise stated. ** The Fall Of Nineveh. Book The Twenty-Sixth by Edwin Atherstone
When I have fears that I may cease to be
Sometimes you just have to listen, despite lots of things to do .. even if you have a to-do list as long as your arm – well maybe longer, I’ve only got short arms, oh, and even if you have a deadline to meet – sometimes, you have to listen to that inner voice. Continue reading “When I have fears that I may cease to be “
The Delightful Mrs P 