https://nicolaauckland.com/2017/04/18/poetry-enchanted-eventide/ Over at Sometimes Stellar Story Teller, Nicola sets a poetry challenge, using her enchanting photo as a prompt. Here's my take. Enchanted Eventide I walk the dreamy woodland path, this quiet spring twilight. The path curves, I find a... Continue Reading →
First some definitions : Surface tension: a fine film on the surface of the water Waterboatmen/ water striders : small insects such as waterboatmen can 'walk on water' because their weight is not enough to penetrate the water. Image... Continue Reading →
Image courtesy of pic2fly.com Please indulge me in this flight of fancy : The Squabs are Here They appeared at dawn, Their vastness blocking out the pale sunrise. They fed and fed all day, gorging on a cornucopia of... Continue Reading →
The scene : Wholefood co-op shop, their post Christmas sale... I am browsing, the spelt crackers, miso paste, crunchy peanut butter ..hmmm. I enjoy the ambiance in this place, homely non supermarket wooden shelves, mis-shapen vegetables, supporting local cake maker,... Continue Reading →
I've got those dark winter blues. Daft I know - it is just winter. But... it has a closed down, dead end feel. A flatness, like a subway tunnel where there is no natural light.This is winter, full of dank, damp... Continue Reading →
I couldn't resist sharing this image of 'onion' squashes, bought from the local greengrocers. They are so beautiful I think. The splendid side of autumn, not the melancholy.
Metaphors can help you We sit in a bistro, sharing a large pot of tea, my friend and I. We are both over sixty, and our talk turns to growing older. I describe my indignation on receiving routine health updates from... Continue Reading →
How do you order your chaos ? I saw a sign visiting a rural eighteenth century house- Hanbury Hall in Worcestershire. An eighteenth century motto on display declared: World is Chaos / Creativity is order. Set me thinking... Creativity to me is a... Continue Reading →
Sun shining, Sunday morning, driving along an urban highway feeling relaxed. My car radio plays 'Desert Island Discs'. The interviewer asks :'Which eight records would you take to your desert island Commander Chris Hadfield? You are a Canadian astronaut'. He... Continue Reading →