meadow

over the last few weeks we have watched as the crops and verges have grown higher and higher.....this patch of grass filled with a multitude of flowers and grasses is home and food for a mass of bees, ladybirds and other insects...over head the swifts and swallows chirrup and screech in the skies and an invisible cuckoo sings constantly.... the now sturdy lambs watch us quizzically as we walk by...

late afternoon in rural wiltshire.

circus whisper

i am whispering to you
can you see the cracks
beneath the white pan paint?
the trapeze artist
has fallen from grace
her corset laced so tight
blue  lashes flutter from the pain
i picked you out
you looked like you could tell
realities from the fake
the top flight from the grubby canvas shroud
don't be taken in
the wings are clipped
a heart beneath the feathers beats
to our tune
now you see the truth
come and join us
for the time of your life. 

This is the latest picture from Tess at Magpie Tales head over to see the other writers take on the  Marc Chagall painting, Circus with the yellow clown.

I can hardly believe that i nearly missed the bluebells.....heading out to view a church for a wedding consultation I passed the wood where last year I took masses of photos of a sea of blue and the just emerging lime green leaves....then yesterday..the leaves all out and only a faint haze of bluebell.....

....where does the time go???

 ...love these grasses..they have a pale lilac hue to them...even against the grey sky...

hope that you are all having a good week......x

ripe

The Mag 117

head over to Tess to see the others.

                                                             The Meal by Paul  Gauguin

RIPE


we split the mango

to the pebble stone

orange flesh

running juice

down our necks

laughing

your tongue caught the drips

of my desire.

Summer visitors

1

i woke up

and drew the curtains

to find 

a host of swallows

chattering perched on high wires

flitting and fluttering

forty three tiny hearts beating 

just the other side of a pane of glass

the air was alive with them.

The Mag 116

See the others here

                                                          image RAD Stainforth

                                                                                                      2

as we walked in the very early morning

the joy of the swallows

wrapped around 

my heightened senses

heavy cloud could not diminish 

the lightness i felt

feet floating above the ground

skimming over mud and flint

if a gust of wind had happened by

i should have been lifted 

up and over 

the freshly emerging canopy

of green

as we passed over the bridge

the river newly swollen by rain

rushed below

dredging weed and fallen twigs 

while in the distance 

the approaching beat of air

against white wings

 as five swans fly by

feather on gray

we are the only ones in the world

this morning

with nature as our close companion.

6/5/12

'You never enjoy the world aright, till the sea itself floweth in your veins, till you are clothed with the heavens and crowned with the stars.-

Thomas Traherne
 

Essence

scum rose to the surface

i skimmed carefully

wanting to retain the very essence

musky perfume filled the room

as steam condensed on opaque windows

hung with heavy linen 

and blackened chimney stones

iridescent with oils

held my secrets

carefully set another batch

screwed tight

and labeled.

image manu pombrol

..another weird and wonderful image from The Mag over at Tess's place

Fame at Last!!!

...at last immortalized as is only fit and proper for a dashingly handsome Scottish terrier of my standing!!!

this is me!!!
Drawn by the amazingly talented artist Natalie Perry  as part of a mural in a library ( i'm not allowed in those)..
.....look I even have my red collar on.......
You can see the whole thing on her inky feet blog over here


..thank you Mrs Perry..with woofs and arrrooooo's from Baxter....xxx