Cracked stone, empty cross
Dust of lies on cold grave
Faith now turned to ash

Jellyfish, remains
Shadows of a long-gone past
Ocean forgets all

Signs of ownership
Land claimed with selfish hearts
Bitter humour blooms

If you cannot read the sign on screen, it says ” We are tired of hiding the bodies”.

Julian’s Bower is a medieval turf maze.  The name was given to turf mazes in several different parts of England. Only one of this name still exists, at Alkborough. I’ll let the gamers amongst you figure out the significance of the shadow.

I took this picture in the 1980’s for a Nursing Times article about homelessness.
I feel it will always be relevant.

Earthbound life takes root
Petty minds find empty words
World  in flames consumes

Hope’s hand reaches out
Striving hard against the gain
Ambition’s sharp bite

Quite a lot of photographs have hidden stories (metanarratives) which, due to the fleeting nature of casual observers, might be missed. So, instead of lengthy texts describing them I have been dabbling with adding text to the images in the form of poetry. Yes, me, poetry, haha! Haiku or more often senryu to be precise. This probably makes things even more obscure but it does add another dimension and it makes you look a little closer and maybe ask questions…