The Realm of Katherine Vick

I fell over earlier this week. Therefore this stream of consciousness ramble seemed an appropriate choice! To Fall What is falling? Is it the tumble, the lurch, the stagger, the stumble, the clumsy plunge earthwards with the mocking laughter of most witnesses ringing in your ears? Or the exhilaration of the dive, the rush of air past a body tumbling, with less control but more intent towards a death so certain but for a gathering of fabric released by a single yank on a cord? Is it the lurch in your stomach as only a quick grasp of a banister prevents a bruising bounce down a flight of stairs? Is it that bizarre sensation in the back of your mind as your gaze over a towering edge and just for an instant, you feel the urge to leap and fall forever? Is that falling? Or is it that scary/peaceful instant on the edge of sleep when you finally let go of consciousness and slip into your dreams? Is it the nod of your eyelids after a long day that steals great chunks of whatever unfortu

I don’t write poetry very often, I’m neither particularly profound or talented in this area. But occasionally the urge takes me and it seemed the best way to say what I wanted to express. The below is the result. Ode to the Distance I’ve never minded being home It is my chosen place to roam To read, to write, to settle down There’s just no urge to be in town I’m fine to potter all alone To chat by email or by phone So it doesn’t feel that wrong I’ve been at home so very long But sometimes I will take a pause Confess to miss the great outdoors The street is grey, the park is tame Somehow it isn’t quite the same As roaming in the beauty wide As being in big countryside I miss a taste of mountain air To see a hill-swept vista fair The splash of wave on rocky shore A tumbling stream on lonely moor The brush of breeze through forest trees A windswept beach with rolling seas Skies that boil with light and shade Rain-washed clouds that pulse and f