A trickle carves the stone with grace,
Soft hands that shape a silent place.
No need for thunder, rage, or roar —
The stillest streams can wear the shore.

Now then, sit thissen, tek a breather,
Tha’s climbed enough to sweat through t’ether.
Cast tha’ peepers ‘cross yon land,
Where bog an’ breeze go hand in hand.

Tha’ clouds drift soft, like cloots o’ cream,
While moorland hums a golden dream.
Water’s still as Sunday prayer,
Holdin’ shadows like it cares.

I am the bones of shelter past,
Stone-stacked and weathered, built to last.
My frameless window, once a watchful eye,
Now frames the hills where echoes lie.

A simple journey culminating in a moment of peaceful contemplation in nature. An evocative descriptive poem.

Where mirrored waters hold the colours of the hills, Naden Valley breathes a quiet spell of amber light and drifting dusk.

A winters dream. A poem focused on capturing a specific moment and the feelings associated with it, escribing the stillness and beauty of a winter morning.

a poem that captures beauty and melancholy of historical landscape. Imagery rhythm and contemplative tone creates a powerful emotional experience for the reader

Perfectly Imperfect. This poem is a compelling and evocative piece of writing that beautifully celebrates the beauty and value of imperfection.

Perched on the edge of Cragg Quarry, I found myself immersed in a world transformed by snow and silence. In that fleeting stillness, where light danced and time seemed to pause, I felt the quiet power of nature's beauty—both fierce and gentle—etching itself into memory with a single whispered word: wow.

A sharp-tongued deer from Rochdale vents about being spotted by a nosy photographer in this modern, foul-mouthed, Lancashire-dialect poem. Equal parts funny, fed-up and strangely relatable, it captures the chaos of trying to stay unseen when the world insists on looking right at you.