Mellow yellow
Cowslip ‘bells’
Jingling in scented meadows
And musty dells; amongst
Salty springy mosses.
A distant lark flutters;
The ethereal song mingling
With chimes from the sacred
Woodland.
Mellow yellow
Cowslip ‘bells’
Jingling in scented meadows
And musty dells; amongst
Salty springy mosses.
A distant lark flutters;
The ethereal song mingling
With chimes from the sacred
Woodland.
Spring awakening!
Fronds unfurl, yellow green
Freshly scented like peas just popped out of their shells.
Narcissi, ‘kissing’ in a sherbet breeze.
Forget-me-nots, sparkling like sapphires.
Precious wild violets ,
Petals like the palest early morning sky;
Perfumed magically sophoriphic when warmed by
The fairy moon.
We’ve been having building work done at home which although exciting , I find it turns my usually fairly calm life into chaos.
So, as I haven’t been able to hide away creating in my Studio for a while, yesterday I went to another Artist’s Studio which was a beautiful tranquil space to learn about Glass fused designs.
At first I felt scared even cutting glass let alone grinding glass into shapes, however, after a while I found I really enjoyed creating my flower, dahlia design out of coloured glass offcuts. My flower will be fused in the kiln and next week I’ll pick it up. I Can’t wait to see the result! It was lovely to be creative without too many distractions.
My cottage garden glows
With ragged pink blush
Poppies.
Summer winds blowing,
Tumbling petals flowing
Through a sea of leaves;
Frilly foxgloves enticing bees.
After the rain, pink buds
Burst with delicate scents reminiscent
Of rhubarb, rose and lemon.
Stepping through the glade, entranced,
Serenaded by tiny pearly drips
Cascading from blossom lips
And freshly opened leaves.
Raspberry tassles, tantalize;
Dainty clematis dazzle;
Muscari like mini pyramids of lapis lazuli brighten shady corners
Whilst amethyst anemones smile
Even when their petals are tattered by windswept twigs.
Solitary Snowdrops,
Snuggled in a sudden snowdrift,
As fine as sifted icing sugar.
Cople churchyard is beautiful at the moment with a smattering of celedines, voilets and tiny Blue star like flowers. However it is solitary huddles of snowdrops which inspire me the most because they appear in harsh weather and bring us hope of spring. We are about to get snow here in the UK at the weekend, I have to say it is very pretty but we need the warmth of the sunshine. For those of you deep in a cold winter, I hope you’re keeping cosy.
The snowdrop scribble was inspired by my walk in the churchyard, hopefully I’ll be able to get in the Studio soon to have a play with designs, do a watercolour or maybe a screenprint.
My creative time is very precious because I have an elderly dog recovering from a Stroke and a puppy who is delightful and full of fun, requiring lots of attention, training and walks. Life is full on!
Glossy cheeky buds
Unfurling like sateen skirts
Blowing in the wind,
Delightfully sensual too:
A memory of summer.
I’m enjoying the Tanka poetic form. I hope you enjoy my poem. This beautiful red flowered shrub in my cottage garden is so divine.
Enjoy your weekend!😃
Bursts of brilliant stars,
Stretching, kicking like dancers,
Love to be dazzlers,
Warming the observers’ hearts
While winter’s greaving departs.
These miniature iris’s were a beautiful surprise: inspiration for my Tanka poem above. I hope you enjoy it. I don’t always use a specific poetic form, so I hope it has worked!
Ice fairies shake their wings
Over forlorn umber seedheads, forgotten:
They kiss brittle leaves, weathered
By cruel winds;
Tinged with sweet powder of life,
Russet, Crimson, damson and evergreen leaves reach out for
Spring, which will come soon
Singing in the sweet breeze.
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