http://slow.writerscafe.org/alextr The original writings of author Alex Thurley-Ratcliff en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776205342 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 TomorningThe sky trees fingersWire the brightest skyWith lines of almost|growthBalanced today betweenWinter and springDead-not-deadThey push up and outInto whiteness of airPulling me skywardsThat's hope then ?Maybe the stretch and strainTowards up outIs all I can haveStandingMute and tethered b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alextr/1476841/ Aldeburgh, Suffolk Summer 2013 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alextr/1473256/ This seemed so obvious, a cliche, a common place idea... I am surprised I cannot find the words of the title (or similar) in the eg John Donne etc. But I wanted to play with it anyway, so here goes... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alextr/1473250/ Written on 28 Dec 2014 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alextr/1472849/ Sun TreeSun-tree tree-sunThe cold wet glass of morning sky stands between usBetween the sun and the treeBetween the window and meBetween the sky, the tree and the lightI have seen the tree through the light consumed by the gold of a winter-dawn sunNow consume me, tree-son and son-treea holy pag.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alextr/1470427/ I wrote this on the spur of the moment for a dear friend (Angela) in America to cheer her up :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alextr/1470155/ In the kitchen at Moat Farm, Suffolk 30 December 1994 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alextr/1470147/ An attempt at a different style... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alextr/1470130/ February 1994 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alextr/1470120/ We sailed along the stone banked beach, trawling childrenI found treasures " seagull-silvers and golden sun http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alextr/1470114/ December 1994 on the A1 southbound, somewhere in Lincolnshire/Nottinghamshire http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alextr/1470106/ How sheep behave sometimes - and how they 'could' behave (Christians are sometimes referred to as a flock and Jesus as our Shepherd... which got me thinking!) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alextr/1470100/ Saw this graffiti the other day as I rode the train into London and it got me writing... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alextr/1470091/ The other poem about my friend and when he moved away... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alextr/1470088/ When I was in my late 20s a very close friend moved away. I loved him in many ways, and was heartbroken, but never said anything ... This is about friendship, loss, love and the stupidity of silence http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alextr/1455342/