Humble bee,
Survivor
Of insect
Nerve agent:
A statement
To persecutors
Whose purses
Bulge
At our bees
Expense.
Secure in a
Secret haven,
This furry friend
Works wisely,
Minutely,
It’s prize,
Protective
Pollen.
www.beekind.bumblebeeconservation.org
References: Gouson Dave, A sting in the tail
Storm
Advancing storm,
Emitting an ecstatic
Crescendo,
As incantations
Eerily echo.
Tumeric fields,
Wheat crazed
As wind wildly
Rips ears:
Tears fall
In furrows.
Columns of water
Fall like bars,
Between one
World and
The next.
Amber light
Like cat’s eyes
Blinking,
Charcoal
Clouds
Like sailors’
Muscular arms,
Tugging ropes,
As battered ships
Surf the waves
On a spitting
Sea.
This post is my response to the daily post’s weekly photo challenge, ‘masterpiece’. I feel that nature itself is a masterpiece and a storm is a masterpiece I can watch over and over again. Enjoy.
This photo is my response to the daily post’s daily prompt ‘now’, to express my thoughts about the state of my year. Well it’s been a great year for me. I started blogging in January during one of the harshest winters on record. Somehow the bleakness and feeling freezing cold all the time inspired me to look closer at the natural world and record my responses in poetry and photos. Through the changing weather, the seasons, my writing, I think has matured and I’ve learnt so much about taking photos whilst walking the dogs often on leads, yes, they’ve been brilliant, they will even stand still if I tell them I need to take a photo. Throughout the year I have enjoyed meeting fellow bloggers and your inspiring comments. Thank you so much! I’ve moved home recently and in the process of discovering walks in the surrounding countryside in Hertfordshire, Bedfordshire and Bucks. A new camera is waiting to be used and hopefully you’ll enjoy the rest of the year with me and my moonramblings!
Running free
In fields of dreams,
Through delicate meadow
Flowers:
Curious cornflowers
And dallying daisies;
Butterflies, zig zagging,
Tagging and
Surfing summer
Breezes.
Sharing their fun,
On tiptoes I run,
Through seas
Of seeds crackling;
Caressing chamomile;
Blinking bumblebees;
Hovering Damselflies,
An appreciative audience!
Time to leave
The dusty glowing
Shifting shades
Of summer:
The meadow’s
Melodious
Meditations.
Spice of Life
Sweet, sultry
Cinnamon;
Bright, warm
Tumeric;
Soul shining
Star anise;
Gentle, nurturing
Cardamom;
Energetic, fun-loving
Paprika;
Twirl, sprinkle,
Enjoy enticing aromas,
Ready for your
Special
Recipe.
This week’s writing challenge from the daily post, inspires us to write a recipe about ourselves, which ingredients makes the writer in us ‘cook’ our novels or poetry. I hope you enjoy mine.
I’ve had a problem recently receiving comments in my spam box and also my wordpress friends tell me they sometimes find my comments in their spam box. I believe it’s happening to a few of us, which is a shame, so folks don’t forget to check your spam.
Fresh faced
Fresh faced,
She emerges
From wild, lush
Greens,
Damp from
Morning’s
Dewy glaze.
Bright and playful,
She eagerly
Waits.
Adorable Aliums
Admirably
Watchful,
Waiting
For
Westerly
Breezes
To bring
Beating
Butterflies,
Bashfully
Languishing;
Feasting
In the shimmering
Sunshine.
Worn oak
Gardener’s door,
Wise,
Warm,
Memories
Of ancient
Forests,
A cool,
Comfortable
Note.
A key is turned:
Nature’s
Alchemy
Is unleashed;
Sophorific scents
From chamomile
Carpets,
Cheerful chickory
‘Cheek by jowel’
By jostling jewels:
Nasturtiums,
Echinacea
And towering
Sunflowers.
The golden hour begins
As a medley of majestic
Melon,
Opulent orange,
Sultry sanguine
And raspberry
Ripple
Seep serenely:
The sky prepares
To sleep.
Fishermen’s huts
Heave into slumber,
Creaking gently.
A brisk breeze;
A salty scent of
Slithering skate
Funnels through
Wooden slats,
Waking the ghosts
Of cod and
Heaving haddock.
Pearcing purple dust,
Dwindles to dusk;
Nibbled nets
Nest with
Lumbered
Lobster pots,
Lovingly abandoned.
My response to the challenge is the evocation of the sun going down on the beach, where the fishing huts feel ‘ lovingly abandoned’ for the night after a hard day’s work; there is also a deeper sadness in the ‘creaking’ wood and the ‘nibbled nets’ of a disappearing industry as youngsters move away to work: ‘purple dust turns to dusk’ and skills and experience die out.
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/07/12/photo-challenge-the-golden-hour
Hi everybody. Just to let you know that we’re moving house next week, so as you can imagine I’m surrounded by boxes! I’m excited as I’m moving closer to friends and family and have a new area of the countryside to discover walking with my dogs, however it’s unsettling and could affect my creativity, so my posts may be sporadic for a couple of weeks, but please keep looking, I really appreciate your fantastic support.
I found this interesting, psychedelic van when we were on holiday recently in Winterton on sea, Norfolk. The artist is gradually restoring it and covering it with his amazing art.
Thank you all for popping to see my blog. Your comments are always appreciated. Namaste xxxx
Just for a change, I thought I’d share with you a few more photos of my dogs. They always come with me my photo poetry nature walks. They now pose when I say “photo”. Enjoy!
Lavender Moon: Artist, Poet and Lover of Nature 
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