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End of the summer sunsets

September 2, 2020

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Woolacombe sunsets are a photographers dream. Big skies, big beach, big sand dunes and big tides. Foreground interest (usually dogs), mid ground (crashing waves or rocks at combesgate) and background – the magnificent light thrown up as our planet rotates away from the star that gives life to our galaxy. Here are a few of […]

And I feel fine

May 4, 2020

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As lockdown extends into its sixth week and tensions fray the isolated and fragile mind. As health care professionals die through the ineptitude of government. And we clap to consent to this needless slaughter of the lions led by donkeys. As the media embarrassingly fawns to our leader like they would in North Korea. They forget to […]

The Wind

April 1, 2020

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The March 2020 trip to Lundy was very windy, ffffht, but when is it not? Even on a still day at the beaches of north Devon, it is windy on Lundy. So when it’s windy on Lundy, it’s really windy – it’s like being in a viking battle, or worse. The wind claws at you […]

Deer on the Exmoor doorstep

January 21, 2018

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The rain, drizzle & mizzle, downpours in grey sheets. On muddy paths & Flooded roads. Forcing the valiant wanderer Into pubs & lukewarm hot-tubs.   Mmmmm. Anyway. Ginuary, rest and a chance to edit some pix from 0ur last sunny day. Btw, HBC (Happy Birthday Charlotte), Wtf & BYT (Boil yer Tatties) haha. Deer on […]

Drug is the love

December 31, 2012

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  Drug is the Love Love is a walled garden, Cut off from the horror of the outside world And bathed in dappled sunshine. Love is a gateless prison, A sightlessness, A disability and a burden For which there is no cure or relief. Love is a furtive glance, A guarded secret, An anonymous drowning […]

Deep breathing

December 13, 2012

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I’ve lost my soul I’ll be fine I knew this would happen Lock me up Down by the sea It’s no big deal I’ve lost myself I’m falling Hold me Hold on I’m falling ©Ester Spears   Ilfracombe Rainbow Canon 5D c/w 24-70 f2.8 L

Up to zero

August 7, 2012

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I stand alone United by soul Supported by none Part of the whole Taking the brunt Of a winters storm My dry husk wetted By fire and form United in purpose Divided by fate The path is finite And the future, locked by a gate. ©Ester Spears Picture of a Lynmouth break water taken on […]

Wasting away

May 25, 2012

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Wasting away I wrote a poem about my unrequited love And they told me I was clever. I tried to sell my picture to the journal And they told me they would never Pay me, oh no. Here I sit Wasting away. Drinking champagne and happy in my furrow. Oh no, Wasting away and waiting […]

Empty

May 8, 2012

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A Sticky Itch Your crushing indifference Bears down on me In the grey gloom. You think ‘I’m nothing special’, Just an ordinary tune: Easily forgotten but sometimes, Annoyingly  remembered. I walk with many In the struggle to breathe Some life into the dream Of extraordinary being. And when I die, As we all surely must. […]

Eating Sausages

June 23, 2011

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My feet tread the ladder Of a brittle spiders web. Swollen hands and bleeding feet Grab each new moment in turn With trembling disbelief. My innards gorge on themselves, Fed by doubts and insecurities. But I can’t deny the steel hook As it teases me from the shadow and Into an new dance, When I […]