Pagan. Greek learner. Welsh.
Cursed by poetry, with no hope the night will end. At least, not in this incarnation. Έτσι είναι η ζωή.
I feel old, and weary. Time is an illusion. The same phrase, always, in my heart: "I want to go home "
Header: Wheel of Hekate; white patterned, perforated disc, on "starfield" background
Avatar: black & white image, dark background; bearded male, short hair, round spectacles, pipe in mouth, staring at camera. Side of head to left of image in shadow.
Relays (1)
- wss://relay.ditto.pub – read & write
Recent Notes
Lights
Aurora, hidden
by a cloak of cloud, deigns not
to reveal her light.
© Simon J Ashcroft, 2026
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Cloaked
I've waited so long
in shadows, that I've become
a lost wanderer;
the only path left open
leads further into the night.
© Simon J Ashcroft, 2026
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Remembrance
In the reflections
of a quiet lake, proud trees
reveal their beauty;
a forgotten world, preserved
in the water's memory.
© Simon J Ashcroft, 2026
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Friends
The Wind speaks to me
as I am, and the mountain
accepts my footsteps.
© Simon J Ashcroft, 2026
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Atria
No night is darker
than the vaulted tomb-chambers
of deceitful hearts.
© Simon J Ashcroft, 2026
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Undertones
The wind gives its breath
to voices heard in the trees,
carried on the storm;
words of elder gods, damning
man for forgetting the past.
© Simon J Ashcroft, 2026
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#FediCoven Q14 What, if anything, does “the thinning of the veil” mean to you? What realm lies beyond the other side?
I do not believe that the time of year has any literal impact.
Our expectations might.
The veil is as thin as our perceptions allow.
What's on the other side? How should I know? I'm not there.
#ScribesAndMakers <9 Our next featured creator is a 'relentless optimist.' How full is your glass?
It was very full a short time back.
Now, it is very empty.
I, however, have mysteriously become slightly inebriated during this process.
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8th Oct 2026. Our next featured creator is a poet, potter, author, and crafter. Do you engage in multiple creative activities or stick to one?
What counts as creative?
I write, make tea and coffee, practice my mandolin, do some gardening.
All of this creates something, if only a mess...
Missed Chance
The Moon rose too late
to dispel the vast darkness
of a clouded night .
© Simon J Ashcroft, 2026
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Repeat
Our paths always end
where they begin, returning
continually;
we are born, and die, again,
always lost in the darkness.
© Simon J Ashcroft, 2026
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Uncertain Seeker
When I raise up my eyes
to night-worn sky,
and try to read some sign
left graven, there,
what would you have me see,
revealed in fire?
Should I look, rather, down,
to cold, rough stones
enshrined, before my gaze,
hoping they hold
some rune to guide me home,
though so long lost?
I trust no messages,
or oracles.
I seek no map, or chart,
drawn in vain stars.
Let Night refuse to speak
when words mean nought.
© Simon J Ashcroft, 2026
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