Tales from the edge of the morning sky
535 episodes - English - Latest episode: about 1 month ago -A selection of stories and tales, mainly about the natural world, our place in it, as well as stories about everyday people who change their lives and others by being different or perhaps by being too much the same
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A Flood of Darkness
November 21, 2022 15:00 - 30 seconds - 376 KBA flood of darkness, hidden between the earth the paling morning a mid-November sky, the trees are leafless, fallen in blinking puddles, empty of stars, the clouds race in ships and sails, the wind whispers across heavens, in silence the wings of day arising as the hours hurry by Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback! p196...
A Letter from Home
November 20, 2022 14:00 - 1 minute - 1.03 MBShe wrote me a letter today, came in the post, it’s been such along time since she passed through this way, I spent the day wondering if I should open it, just to find out for sure, I was peeling back the envelope when I heard the knock upon the front door, I left the letter on the table, walked down the empty hall, passed by photographs of her face, the memories of loves, lives and other times that I recall, then I unlatched the moment, heart thumping in my chest, left my darkness and ste...
Quiet
November 19, 2022 16:00 - 48 seconds - 605 KBQuiet Quiet is the morning, the hush of the fall, the last of leaves, the memories of October dry and broken roll with the wind whispering lost and abandoned against the garden wall for above the skies lie hidden in blankets, the fog of November hanging upon the plough of fields, the call of a single blackbird, across the emptiness of days, as above the sun in a blush of crimson red rises reluctant at first and lifts and carri...
Quiet
November 19, 2022 16:00 - 48 seconds - 605 KBQuiet Quiet is the morning, the hush of the fall, the last of leaves, the memories of October dry and broken roll with the wind whispering lost and abandoned against the garden wall for above the skies lie hidden in blankets, the fog of November hanging upon the plough of fields, the call of a single blackbird, across the emptiness of days, as above the sun in a blush of crimson red rises reluctant at first and lifts and carri...
The Glove. Chapter 1
November 18, 2022 15:00 - 2 minutes - 1.82 MBThe Glove She left it on the bench. A gift from her mother. It was raining. Tears from a falling November sky. She had left home at six, waited for the tram, as it climbed the curve through the winding crooked inclines of her home town. She could see it’s front light, an eye blinking through the streaming mirrors of darkened shop windows. The others were there. Huddled. Gossiping. Looking at their time pieces under an umbrella sky: their watches and mobile phones brightly glowing. Everythi...
In the Garden
November 17, 2022 16:00 - 1 minute - 802 KBIn the Garden Listening to the water, trickle the passing of life into time storm and stream, whilst above November skies, sparkle with high crystal clouds so clear reminding of a summer and morning, and Spring as last winter had once foreseen For, as yesteryear beneath the apple tree, the last fluttering of butterflies and leaves, a blackbird hops between the shadows, of time, and apples wrinkled, autumn red brown with memories o...
Fire
November 15, 2022 15:00 - 41 seconds - 518 KBFire There’s a fire in the darkness, the sky lit from the edge of the world, neither light nor darkness, the roaring of flames a blind giant burning the earth in hands of metal and steel, humanity, hope and love withheld, he stumbles and falls, pulling down the stars from the sky, crushing the earth with his fingers, stamping life from the burning of cities, no answers no questions, no reasons in the artillery and weapons jus...
The Flight
November 14, 2022 16:00 - 41 seconds - 528 KBThe Flight I was awakened this morning, the first day of November, under grey and light, the dawn of North and Western skies, I pushed back the curtains, opened the window, and above me, a hundred geese maybe more were leaving heading for places warmer, where shadows linger a little longer, where I am just a memory, as this years last summer, my footsteps, left upon the sands, life and tides high across windswept skies and shores....
The Eye
November 13, 2022 15:00 - 2 minutes - 1.78 MBThe Eye Clouds have fallen, hugging the slow-tilled sky of an autumnal tinted reflected earth, breathing in wisps of smoke and fires, hinting of morning and of grey, suffusing the bending figures of trees with shrouds and mists of silver and the hooded cloak of silence, for dawn still sleeps, beyond the hidden shadows, behind the cage of city lights, pressing against the darkness, for it is still early, the streets, are empty, stray cars ...
And Night Falls Early….
November 12, 2022 16:00 - 25 seconds - 336 KBAnd night falls early And night falls early tonight, the soft grey to a descending dusk, the wind, hushed beneath the waves of darkness, November whispers, time passing in the visible stars of October dust. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback! [email protected]
Fog
November 11, 2022 14:00 - 1 minute - 1.07 MBFog She creeps across the fields, along the empty lanes, beneath the dripping trees and the full round, smooth pebble of darkness, she waits, hesitant, on the edge of the town the street lights flicker, blink, fading under the grey weight of invisibility, silence greets her and tiptoes, as she walks across the junction the traffic lights on red, stop, stare, ignored as she peers through frosted windows, their blindness, shuttered temporarily, runni...
Geese
November 10, 2022 15:00 - 54 seconds - 656 KBGeese A button of silver high above the dawn, a full moon mirrors the call of November, the last leaves of the season, whispering farewell to the empty of trees and softly, slowly, in silence fall. And as dawn clears the stars from the rising morning skies they fade in blues and greys in dreaming of summer’s eyes there is a glimpse, a glance of light, as shadows flutter in myriads upon the garden across the crumbling broken wall, for above a ...
And Midnight Awakes
November 09, 2022 16:00 - 43 seconds - 538 KBMidnight awaits Makes no difference, bringing time back from the sunset, the hours of night, the morning stretches longer into the awaiting dark of November, the fading of autumn, and the fall of winter light. For the earth spins silently, a marble of blue, in the gravity of time and space, and here, in the hurry of lives, the crash of war and ideas, the thunder of climate and change the clock ticks ever loudly for the midnight bell...
The Paper Moon
November 08, 2022 15:00 - 47 seconds - 596 KBPaper Moon There’s a paper moon hanging in the last of leaves and crowds, the falling whispers of November trees, the moonlight, blurred, soft and remembered the passing days of time, and memories. For of yesteryears unspoken, above the shadowed rooftops, the standing satellite dishes, the question marks and telegraph lines, the paper moon, watches above, listens, passing stars across the heavens, hidden answers in constellations, and encrypte...
The Passing of Places
November 07, 2022 16:00 - 50 seconds - 628 KBThe Passing of Places Hugging empty coastlines, beneath waves of wind, sky and place, the yellow train, stops from time to time, beside the hidden, the silences, the wind blown sands the hours lost between, without a sound, without a trace. For beyond the forgotten, the dunes of memories, the greying skies of winter, high along the tides, the future pasts of shore, the calendar of seasons, this late November, in days of evening ...
Message from Here
November 03, 2022 16:00 - 9 minutes - 6.63 MBGreetings from Crosby Beach… Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback! [email protected]
Spider webs and Sunlight
October 29, 2022 14:00 - 48 seconds - 679 KBSpider webs and Sunlight Spiderwebs and sunlight the last of autumn, his days slipping to winter and skies of grey, sitting here, a bench a city park a playground of children, laughter and birdsong for time herself is just slipping away. And here right here parents and Grandparents sit, reminiscing upon the passing of hours, generations and history statues and monuments commemorative memories the last stories in fallen leaves the farewell of su...
Migration (Missiles and Wings)
October 27, 2022 14:00 - 49 seconds - 594 KBMigration (Missiles and Wings) A missile, maybe mightily and more can reach the furthest ends of the earth and perhaps to the furthest ever of shores, for the dead of today, will fire it anyway, and plunge life as again we will never know it, to the ends of the earth, for sure, for sure we won’t know it for sure. And yet, and yet, as I look up, so high and above, above half of this fragile earth and more, a single bird flies...
After the Daylight (2)
October 26, 2022 14:00 - 1 minute - 1.04 MBAnd tonight the first frost, t’will come leafless in frozen fogs through the shrouded hoods of skeletal trees, behind waves, hidden, in the October wind, the drifting call of invisible seas. And from the harbour of seasons, the moon rises beyond the ferrying clouds, of skies the moon blinks and blinks again, October sails, choosing or not whether to reveal or weather to hide. For further still from across the firmament of constellations time a...
After the Daylight (1)
October 25, 2022 14:00 - 50 seconds - 625 KBAfter the daylight (Part 1) After the daylight, the evening slips between seasons, caught beneath the ghostly glass, of summer and fall, for hushed are the whispers this late afternoon, tremblingly in silence sown upon winter the last scything, of harvest grain for time herself does weep and call. For above the first stars peel the sky, to blue to grey and then to sleep and black, the late hours shiver, in the chilling bells of darkness, m...
Sun-Days
October 24, 2022 13:00 - 52 seconds - 676 KBSun-days Sundays and church bells chime, a mid morning call to awake, earth tilled and prepared, in dreams of November, for springtime, sleeping in silence, born to create. And above the fields, blue sky and woodsmoke, crows circle and call, their trees released of leaves, trembling and tumbling, memories of summer, flickering in colour, slowly fall. For beside the river, meandering in curves, with lazy ships, clouds and sails of ...
IU (for Spring)
October 23, 2022 13:00 - 50 seconds - 728 KBIU Evening slips into night, the hour of reflection, the window black until morning, the moon lost, hidden for I’m missing you tonight. Outside, it’s colder now, the skies filled with the promise of dreams, I’m holding your memories closer, imagining you here your head resting gently with mine, missing you near. It’s seems so long although it was just an hour or two, since you went away, since your sun sparkled across my skies and...
A Message from this Morning
October 22, 2022 12:00 - 49 seconds - 703 KBA Message from this Morning A message from this morning, there’s new light again to greet the dawn of an awakening day, hope you ran like the wind, under the stars of heavens, moments of preciousness, moments of wonder, lifting the sun to your eyes, dawn once again opens her skies, and smiles upon your footsteps, running this way For igniting this dawn of all mornings, the birth of time, the rise of the sun remembered again, the treasu...
Her Umbrella Skies (ded. RDK)
October 22, 2022 05:00 - 1 minute - 965 KBHer Umbrella Skies She holds it upwards, held by steady hands, that the wind buffets and tosses, with the rain that thunders and roars, but beneath her canopy of stars and light, is the blue of hope, her umbrella skies. Around her there are clouds of doubt, dark and a forgotten light, a light that rises in eyes of dawn to lift the hood of darkness away, but she laughs and shares with her life, the blue of her umbrella skies. And so with ...
Heartbeats ( the First Wings of Dawn)
October 20, 2022 15:00 - 53 seconds - 721 KBHeartbeats (first wings of Dawn) Racing, beneath the morning, the silver screen of skies, pushing into the lifting darkness, no sign of autumn rain, or summer’s farewells and goodbyes For I’m racing into the dawn, waiting for you your smile to lift the day, it’s only been a few sunsets, but feels like the night’s without the stars, have taken you so far away. And now just ahead, beyond the wooded headlands, above the tides and shores, I ...
Here is the News
October 18, 2022 15:00 - 1 minute - 1.05 MBHere is the News Here is the news today, the planets burning fires and war, we are too steeped in fantasy, being internet connected, we don’t care anymore, Keep looking away, I say, Keep looking away. The real world’s crying, in tears of sky and acid rain, killing this haven of life, once gone, Mother Earth wont keep, coming back again. Keep looking away, I say keep looking away. The oil fires are raging, we’re battling over lies and t...
The Marching Men
October 17, 2022 15:00 - 42 seconds - 502 KBMarching Through marching, lines and ranks of maize, with corners and walls against the falling skies, the shadows lengthen the coming darkness, the battalions of winter, in regiments on the horizon, led by forgotten ghosts and ragged flags, in fallen reasons and forgotten whys, and above, the moon rises, blinded in light and lunacy, a reminder of death and watching war and hate, must never in the solitary blue of life have to be....
The Stretching Miles
October 16, 2022 14:00 - 51 seconds - 713 KBThe Stretching Miles Stars and ships, sails and shrouds, the evening rests upon passing clouds, and above, the moon rises, high and slow, upon the hills and stretching trees, as October bows to the season, summer’s left, September’s leaves. And across the silence the ploughed fields, and beyond a pointing church along the empty lanes, where shadows gather and the wind passes, whispers, along the lonesome lines of telegraph wires, invisible and re...
A Thousand Voices Singing
October 15, 2022 14:00 - 34 seconds - 421 KBA Thousand Voices A thousand voices singing, dawn hidden in the early morning rain, listening to silence between rain drops, whispering your name, for as her sky lengthens, and dawn awakens to another October day the trees bend, beckon, empty of leaves ‘return soon dear spring,‘ they murmur, ‘blossom, bless this life, dream of us this winter until the birth of May.’ Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you c...
The ‘Political’ Hedgehog
October 14, 2022 15:00 - 2 minutes - 1.5 MBThe ‘Politician.’ I woke early, the day still dark, the street lamps, bent and crooked, peered into puddles of light, searching, it seemed, for reflections not of their own, it was still and silent, no traffic, no birds, just the soft and gentle dance of early morning rain. And she was there again. As if waiting. As if listening. Waiting for me to pass. For it was warm. Damp. Nobody except us on the flooded silver silence of the avenue. She’’d clearly been standing on the left in the ...
The ‘Political’ Hedgehog
October 14, 2022 15:00 - 2 minutes - 1.5 MBThe ‘Politician.’ I woke early, the day still dark, the street lamps, bent and crooked, peered into puddles of light, searching, it seemed, for reflections not of their own, it was still and silent, no traffic, no birds, just the soft and gentle dance of early morning rain. And she was there again. As if waiting. As if listening. Waiting for me to pass. For it was warm. Damp. Nobody except us on the flooded silver silence of the avenue. She’’d clearly been standing on the left in the ...
Blue
October 13, 2022 15:00 - 1 minute - 774 KBBlue Blue is the moonlight, silver, across the bedroom door, the shadows as clear as morning, the nights of starlight hidden, upon the broken floor, for whilst the path is clear, along the garden, over the bridge, into the meadows open and near, the trees still tremble in whispers, the last hush of this passing day, dawn might come tomorrow, if time shows her the way. For the moon is high you see, beyond the distant hills and towns,...
The Eleventh (sleep of Autumn)
October 12, 2022 09:00 - 2 minutes - 1.89 MBThe Eleventh (sleep of Autumn) Warm, Autumn awakes, and throws the blankets of stars off his back, sits with his back to the apple trees, sighs at the falling rain, and looks out at the first of dawn, her fingers stretching the sky, across the morning’s breath of light. He shivers, not that it’s cold, but because of his dreams, the echoes of summer, this passing of days, and his sister, Spring, lost to the earth, sleeping, deeply, by the p...
Summer’s Last
October 10, 2022 19:00 - 52 seconds - 646 KBSummer’s last I left the summer this evening, quietly walking home, as she whispered across the fields, for I could see she was alone, for above the stars were weeping, many slipping from the evening sky, ‘farewell,’ they seemed to tremble, as she bowed to the harvest moon, and sang a slow goodbye, And in her arms were apples full and rounded, blushing, from the late afternoon sun, So I stopped took one, and listened to the silence, the ...
Still
October 09, 2022 13:00 - 56 seconds - 701 KBStill Still is this morning, the birth of time and moments beyond the dreams of a passing night, hushed are the whispers of memories, as the wind tickles the treetops, Dawn opens the sky with delight. For the colours are of meadows, springtime, blossoms across the sunlight of flowers, as Autumn hints at winter, in the passing chime of chasing hours. And so another day begins, quietly, for there’s no one else awake, just the grey thinning sk...
The Moviegoers
October 08, 2022 08:00 - 49 seconds - 617 KBThe Moviegoers Strange, watching listening, hidden, stories of other lives, forgetting our own: characters just like us taken by surprise, for do we live in our own story, the narrative, our tale unfolding? Or, in the dreams of someone else, watching switching remotely? Perhaps in blindly blinking, with and through our closing, our screen filled eyes, do we see ourselves stumbling inspiring, creating meaning in the echoes of other...
The Moviegoers
October 08, 2022 08:00 - 49 seconds - 617 KBThe Moviegoers Strange, watching listening, hidden, stories of other lives, forgetting our own: characters just like us taken by surprise, for do we live in our own story, the narrative, our tale unfolding? Or, in the dreams of someone else, watching switching remotely? Perhaps in blindly blinking, with and through our closing, our screen filled eyes, do we see ourselves stumbling inspiring, creating meaning in the echoes of other...
October,October
October 07, 2022 14:00 - 29 seconds - 416 KBOctober, October! October, October! The fall of summer upon thy brows, from where did Summer fade and Springtime lose her vows? For along the shadowed lanes and emptying autumn fields, September lies for another year, sleeping, silently her dreams she slowly leaves to dream. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback! [email protected]
October
October 06, 2022 14:00 - 28 seconds - 415 KBFirst Hints First hints of October, the wisps of light in the early morning air, in dapples of age, and grey amidst morning gold as summer, in smudges of sky remembered, her last breath for today again in light and dawn a treasure, to truly behold. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback! [email protected]
Shadows of the Moon
October 05, 2022 16:00 - 44 seconds - 597 KBShadows of the moon Falling asleep, alone tonight, stars hidden behind the moonlight, I’m waiting for silence, footsteps across the garden, silver and bright, for it’s colder now, winter walking, along the footpath, before him, the trees glisten, half-hidden under the cloak of October skies, hearing the last whispers, autumn leaves rattling in the wind, whispering of yesterday, turns into the dust. of shadows and evening softly sighs. ...
Radio
October 04, 2022 15:00 - 1 minute - 875 KBRadio Early morning, dawn breaking across the skies, heard the news on the radio, saw the tears in heaven’s eyes, Hard to believe no ones wishing anymore, a long time coming, hope stripped from the sacred dark, the gods have shut their doors. We’re out and alone here, as far and as certain we can ever know, yet we keep fighting for our flags, forgetting who we are, lost in politics and blindness, we’re never going to grow. So I tried to c...
Wood and Smoke
October 03, 2022 14:00 - 46 seconds - 637 KBWood and Smoke Wood and smoke, heavy with apples, summer, laden with light light and memories, fade upon the fallen autumn fires, of September’s silent call, and leaves. And, as night stretches, shadows lengthen, high above, their stars etch the heavens singing, silent, waiting for the winter dawn to come. For it is fall and colder now, the summer lanes hidden, empty beneath the boughs and branches of frosted October trees, waiting, patient...
Midnight and Rain
September 28, 2022 15:00 - 35 seconds - 437 KBMidnight and Rain In blustery showers, hail, invisible walls of early morning grey, the heavens opened at midnight, flooded and washed the world of yesterday, for outside, through the bedroom window, beyond the garden, the orchard, across the edges of woodland, roof and pointing spire, the stars, overhead, part subdued hidden and scattered, watched and waited, as October dowsed the flames of autumns fire. Feel free to contact me. B...
The Marching
September 27, 2022 14:00 - 42 seconds - 568 KBMarching Through marching, lines and ranks of maize, with corners and walls against the falling skies, the shadows lengthen the coming darkness, the battalions of winter, in regiments on the horizon, led by forgotten ghosts and ragged flags, in fallen reasons and forgotten whys, and above, the moon rises, blinded in light and lunacy, a reminder of death and watching war and hate, must never in the solitary blue of life, have to be...
Moon Song
September 26, 2022 16:00 - 39 seconds - 491 KBMoon-Song Above the silence the forests, the invisible curves of light and fields, the empty skies of September darkness, the coming of autumn is his light revealed, for the stars are full tonight, the hours shorter, in the passing of days, the shadows quiver and tremble, the wind whispers in solace, the return of winter, the dance of ghosts before his midnight veils. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can ...
Orion-the Return of Kings
September 25, 2022 13:00 - 46 seconds - 591 KBOrion: the return of Kings Slipping into darkness, no border, no boundary, between the black and the grey, the twilight of moments, forgotten in the closing, the avalanche of memories, just falling away, for the bell tower is silent, the hours strike no more, the roads closed, the houses, empty, simply abandoned before the shadows claw, for the midnight hours are lengthening, the fall deepens, the silence, becoming a roar, lifetimes in buil...
To Sleep
September 24, 2022 14:00 - 25 seconds - 329 KBTo sleep To sleep, yes, at last to sleep windows open, to watch the paling rise of autumn’s moon, waxing above the trees and rooftops, the stars, hidden, the shadows long, upon the garden, yet from midnight, the seasons change, alas too soon, too soon! Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback! [email protected]
The Hedgehog
September 23, 2022 14:00 - 2 minutes - 2.01 MBThe Hedgehog Getting colder now, she walks unsteadily,down the steps, they are steep, but she can manage. Huddled in the shadows, sheltered from the blasts of the northeastern wind,she presses against the cobbled stones, the whitewashed wall,and remembers, almost by instinct, the way along the path to the sleep of October. Old now, the seasons weighing heavy upon her heart, she feels the heaviness in her limbs, the shallow breaths she must take into the twilight months of the passing y...
The Hedgehog
September 23, 2022 14:00 - 2 minutes - 2.01 MBThe Hedgehog Getting colder now, she walks unsteadily,down the steps, they are steep, but she can manage. Huddled in the shadows, sheltered from the blasts of the northeastern wind,she presses against the cobbled stones, the whitewashed wall,and remembers, almost by instinct, the way along the path to the sleep of October. Old now, the seasons weighing heavy upon her heart, she feels the heaviness in her limbs, the shallow breaths she must take into the twilight months of the passing y...
I Sing of Wood and Morning
September 22, 2022 15:00 - 41 seconds - 524 KBI sing of wood and morning I sing of wood and morning, the beach, the skies, the waves that reach and slow upon the windswept curve of shore, For in the time it takes for the tides, the passing, and fall of days, the dawn will rise in years, and walks in footsteps across the sands, a hundred, no, a thousand different ways. For all is a journey from what was to become, to what may, the future memories of all those who have passe...