healingwords: poetry for the soul

Another windy night in the village as the tail of Storm Jorge whips along the Levante coast. Sleepless nights are a small price as boardings are blown down, trees uprooted and people hurt by falling walls and city damage. More wind is forecast today after which the storm should blow out, until the next weather event.  © 2020 Jacqueline Knight Cotterill.  All rights reserved.  

More beauty found in these drying seed husks, waiting for a gust of wind to wing new life across the valley.  © 2020 Jacqueline Knight Cotterill.  All rights reserved.  

Whilst my mind is on this afternoon's election meeting my eye is drawn to the mountain I have spent so many years helping to protect. This view is the symbol of our village, so many of us love and respect the beauty of our surroundings, I feel honoured to have played a small part in its story.  Here is a short poem, written as the wind howls up the valley and the cloud tops the mountain.  WHIPPING CLOUD Wind whipping, clothes dancing a fandango, fighting pegs to fly free over the roof tops, whistling through chimney pots, whoosh singing round the valley as clouds puff and pour over the ‘Carrescal’ like bubbling froth steaming from a witch’s brew. © 2019 Jacqueline Knight Cotterill.  All rights reserved.