A drift of lacy
Lilac mingled with purple;
Twirling petals, butterflies
Sit on pungent pillows.
Clouds of buttery yellow billow;
Brimstones and Commas drenched
In honeyed pollen,
Wings tilting elegantly
Dancing in sunshine.
Unfortunately those gorgeous delicate butterflies won’t linger long enough! But it is wonderful to watch them.
Rapeseed oil I hear is very good for us, especially if it is cold pressed. It can help painful joints.
Happy Easter all! 🙂
like a lace wedding veil,
torn in a March gale;
sailing on scented winds
like fairy wings-
bringing spring’s tingling feeling
of happy, lingering, sunny days.
This poem is dedicated to yesterday’s International Poetry Day and a celebration of spring.
I’m really enjoying our walks in the countryside around Cople. Each day I wonder how many more buds are out, what suprises are there under the hedgerows: daisies, celedine, anemonies and tiny violets. Skylarks serenade us along the paths at the edges of fields and red kites circle above. Our prize is watching the brown hares running along the furrows and sunning themselves. Such beauty is to be savoured every moment!
Small heart translucent face,
Peeping shyly through downy lace.
Awakened by a sour biting breeze,
Which makes her cower, she
Curls up, sheltering under boughs
Of mighty beech trees.
Suddenly a shower of frosty crystals
Adorn the mysterious, tearful princess,
Crowning her with a spectacular tiara
As the dryad minstrels play their lyres.
The misty morn peels,
Revealing sentinels of wintery fields.
Tallow rays, like a sweet mead glaze
Healing: a warming haze.
Treading through the meadow, footsteps as light as a fae,
Amazingly, brightening the day,
A pretty, pixie flower called sweet violet
Appears alone, shielded by the sleeping hedgerow
And wrapped with ivy and bay.
January’s frosty jewels glisten on a
Salted caramel lawn.
Fairy ice dusted catkins jingle as they mingle.
Hooray! Warming rays ablaze.
My apologies for not posting for a while. As winter has truly set in, there seem to be so many jobs to get done that get in the way of creativity. I photographed plants in my garden for this post and one of my dogs of course. They are always wanting to be involved in whatever I am doing. Keep cosy if you have cold weather!
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all my blogging friends. Thankyou for visiting and commenting on my blog over the year it is wonderful to have so many online wordpress friends.The last month has been challenging for me because I have injured my spine and cannot sit or stand for very long! Everyday gets better though, but festivities will be quiet for us this year. Hubby has also had a nasty chest infection, there are so many bugs about at this time of the year.
Walking is a great way of helping my back pain but the dogs are having to put up with walks around the village for a while until I get stronger and then I’m sure I’ll feel inspired again to write more poetry. However, I will be keeping warm by my fire, having lots of lovely nibbles and warm drinks.
The mantel decorations are all from our lovely cottage garden. I hope you like them.
Seasons Greetings. 🙂
I had a lovely time at the Westbury Arts Centre in Milton Keynes on Saturday.The Drypoint workshop was tutored by Susan Erskine- Jones. We began with a sketching and photography exercise in preparation for our Drypoint work. Here are a selection of photos I took out in the rambling garden of the farmhouse.
Here are the results: two plates and four prints. Enjoy!
The test piece.
When grey rainy days
Seem endless, we mourn
Lingering on lush chamomile edged lawns,
On well worn comfy chairs
Making endless dainty daisy chains,
Retiring to take tea in the tent before feeling faint.
Warm bread slices spread with butter,
Hearts a flutter;
Ripe strawberries gushing with cream!
Forever cherishing our summer dreams.
Yesterday we had a gorgeous walk in Ampthill Great Park. It felt chilly and I wondered if it would rain, however after a while the sky looked an entcing intense blue, reminiscent of hot July days and my poem was born as we walked!
There are still plenty of brambles ripe and dripping from the hedgerows, the haws are blood red and sloes are growing plumper! I’ve seen a few butterflies and bees, sounding more anxious in their work, before the days get cooler. In the Park are lots of Sweet Chestnut trees, ripe with their spiky balls dangling down. The crab apple trees look the best so I think I’ll be back for more foraging!