Wednesday, 6 November 2013

Channon Market '92

(photographed by me Channon market)

This poem and its subject contains a particular resonance for me. Not only because it was about my first ride on a Clydesdale drawn horse and cart, but because of the true and powerful nature of the market and its effects on my dreaming childhood. For a market truly is a thing of collective beauty, of song and rich organic essence, a market is where empowered muse is en-skilled and crafted, where fresh gardens spring and overflow, where old friends and long journeys always meet again and new ones dance with spiritual abandon...

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