Archive - Elvers by Moonlight

Late evening on a limestone pavement

… or wherever it is that you go to confess

24 hrs ago •

The silver thread

A different old man and a different sea

Aug 10 •

July 2025

An intimacy of sounds

A fool arrives back where he started

Jul 27 •

This morning is made of alabaster, too soft a stone for the monumental art of cathedrals. Her skin is almost white enough for sanctity, but for a blush…

Jul 9 •

June 2025

Before the door closes

They say that newly-hatched birds will imprint onto just about anything which moves.

Jun 25 •

Sinkholes, swallows and possibility’s pot

It is more than a year now, since I began telling you tales of Mallerstang, the north-Pennines valley in which we live.

Jun 11 •

May 2025

The juniper tree and a vole’s soul

Up on Birkett Common, a short climb above our house, there is one last old juniper tree.

May 21 •

All glory is fleeting

Crab apples and Westmorland damsons

May 7 •

April 2025

In a long dry spell

Spring moles and badger bones

Apr 23 •

The potter and her protégé

Limestone and rose hips in Featherfall Gill

Apr 9 •

March 2025

A prayer of sorts

Discovering the limits of my cosmetic surgery insurance cover

Mar 26 •

Sneakin' out late

Through the parted lips of a barely open window the tongue of the cool evening air slips in.

Mar 12 •

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