Rowan Tales

Posted on Nov 10, 2014 by lavendermoongirl

Scarlet Rowan berries,

Glistening

In jewelled rich jellies.

Spread on beetroot coloured bread,

Melting bellies of revellers

On moonlit wherries.

Garnet jangling lanterns

Banish dune like phantoms.

Soothing tunes calm the

Sailor’s moods;

Fizzing Rowan balm

Made with water

From a sacred tarn,

Sealing sizzling, salty lips

Whilst a tattered packet

Scatters runes Iiilluminated

By a misty moon:

Promising good fortune.

Yarns about far away isles

Keep them merry for

Miles and miles as the wherry

And the berry eyed whales

Surf high, thirsty

Bubbling waves:

Safe soon on soil

Quay and tea

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Quay and tea

Salty fishing huts,
Decaying.
Fraying, swaying
Tangled rope.
Old fangled
Lanterns.

Jam & crabs,
Salmon & dabs;
Foggy tea,
Weed curdling
Sea.

Orange

Posted on Feb 25, 2014 by lavendermoongirl

The colour ‘orange’, the theme of Cee’s weekly photo challenge for this week. How does the colour orange make you feel? Orange makes me feel creative and gives me the energizing sunshine filling my heart.

“http://ceesphotography.com/2014/02/25/photo-challenge-the-colour-orange/”

Furry Friday

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Furry Friday

Over the festive period, in between periods of very heavy rain, we tried to find places to walk which weren’t flooded or too boggy to pass even in the wellies! One day I had a craving to go to the coast so we went to Southwold in Suffolk, a jolly traditional seaside town. We had great fun playing with the dogs on the beach followed by freshly brewed coffee at the harbour and a purchase of fish, fresh from the boats. Another day we walked along the canal-side at Berkhamstead, Hertfordshire where I came across a cat on a ‘hot tin roof’ of a narrow-boat, enjoying the warmth from the rare moment of sunshine. The third photo of the beautiful lone horse who enjoyed some attention, was taken near a walk along a disused railway at Ayot green, a tiny picturesque village in Hertfordshire. I hope you enjoy looking at my furry friends!

Winter Sea Spray

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Winter Sea Spray

Winter sun
Shimmers on
Lacy froth
As tumbling pebbles
Spit from turquoise
Tumultuous sea spray

Ese’s weekly shoot quote challenge:Memories

Posted on Dec 12, 2013 by lavendermoongirl

‘ Memories are the key not to the past
but the future.’
Corrie Ten Bown

Time to wander,
Pondering whilst
Sauntering on
Sunny,
Silky,
Wet sand
Like a caramel
Fudge land.
Salty lips,
Chalky skin,
A deep,
Warm mineral
Breath in:
Letting go.
Waves fade
Negative thoughts
Wash away.
Sea lavender breeze,
Flotsam of old trees.
Memories like
Sea glass pebbles
And sea shell patterns
In the sand.

Ese’s challenge ‘memories’ gave me the idea to return to the memory of the walk with my husband and dogs on the Norfolk sands one carefree day when we were on holiday and had time to saunter and breathe in the minerals and taste the seaside. It was a precious memory, where we got lost in our own thoughts, reminisced and had fun with our dogs. The light was wonderful, so relaxing.
Ese’s weekly shoot and quote challenge: Memories

Weekly photo challenge: Masterpiece

Posted on Jul 30, 2013 by lavendermoongirl

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.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/photo-challenges/masterpiece

Salty sailing dream

Posted on Jul 7, 2013 by lavendermoongirl

Beached boats,
Huddled, hoping
To sail with
The incoming
Tide.

A dreamy flotilla
Follows creeks
Through
The salt marshes,
Meditatively
Meandering.

Bitterns hoot,
Black headed
Seagulls squark,
Salty,
Sea Lavender
Seduces
Sailors.

Southerly breezes
Fill mainsails
And jibs;
Shimmering
Seaspray spits
On faces
Dried by
Samphire,
Salty
Winds.

Naturally
Heeling,
Sailors intuitively
Right their boats
As rippling
Waters
Rhythmically
Slap
Against
Their bows.

Painterly colourful,
Pristine regatta
Proudly, powers
Out to sea
Where
Sea faring
Story
Filled clouds,
Meet
The Ocean.

Village of Little Terns

Posted on Jul 2, 2013 by lavendermoongirl

Amid the dunes
Little Terns cry,
Sweep and dive,
Performing
Majestic aerial acrobatics.
A sleek vision in white
With dashes of charcoal;
They flurry about with pride.
House proud,
Cleaning and preening,
Warding off slithering Adders
And swooping Black Gulls
Their breeding village is protected
With fences which
Zap you,
‘Woe betide’
The curious rambler.