Days are getting longer, puffy and wispy clouds move across deep blue skies, blossoms scent the air, birds bust nest making, colour bursting . Enjoy simple pleasures that this season offers. In my Studio, I am washing paper with water and choosing energizing colours, my paint brushes, create memory or feeling.
Enjoy and Keep well.
I posted a week ago this painting emerging. It is still work in progress, however as the days get shorter and cooler as autumn advances , every day I have looked at the bright jewel coloured flowers, wet with new rainfall and glowing, however soon they will be gone. So I have picked blooms which have fallen and taken them into my Studio to paint them. The result as I work is serendipitous because the blooms have chosen to be part of my painting. It will take a few weeks to complete, but I am happy with it so far. The paint is very wet do I will be continuing with watercolours and prints.
I have fond memories of September, especially the abundance of all kinds of berries in the hedgerows. Blackberries have been juicy and sweet. We’ve had glorious warm days and the cottage garden has kept blooming. Dahlias are just beautiful jewel colours, brightening even the odd dull day.
I hope you have enjoyed September.
A local walk I like to think is my own.
How quiet is the forest.
Beside the brook, I hear cracking hogweed, like tiny castanets.
And rustling grasses looking like fairy tassles.
I see illuminating, floating gold dipped seed dust, filtered in ribbons between stately trees.
Scratching dry earth with a hawk’s feather, it feels worn like old leather.
How quiet is the forest.
Roses delight our senses,
Touch: smooth and soothing,
Smell: sherbet raspberry, aroma of afternoon tea,
Hear: bees murmering between waving petals seeking amber pollen from stamens,
See: Delicate peach dipped pink Petals tightly cupped; wistful white blooms; yolk yellow majestic petals.
Roses are special.
My apologies for only showing you the early stages of my watercolour painting. As you can see, this fellow is completed! Well out of hibernation!
It was so exciting to see these early Bluebells in an ancient woodland.
Usually my poetry tends to be freeverse however in one of my notebooks I came across an example of a ‘Rectum refrain and decided to write my Early Blue bell poem using the Rectum refrain style.
So basically a poem written in the above style should have 10 lines. The first line contains one syllable only, the second 2 syllables and so on. However line 10 should contain a combination of lines 1-4 thus making 10 syllables. No rhyming!
It was a challenge. I hope I got it right! However producing a poem about the experience I had of that walk, coming across the wood and Hawthorn blossom and using my senses and imagination, was far more important to me. I hope you enjoy it.
Early Bluebells
Blue,
Blue bells.
Blue bells shake.
Chilly winds wake,
Woodland creatures hide.
Twigs, new shoots lime green, fresh.
Blossom pure, delicate, intense
Hawthorn spike in dark hollows shine
Glassy eyed rabbits shy waiting. Still.
Blue blue bells blue bells shake chilly -winds wake
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.
