Wednesday 22 February 2012

February Ruminations.

Sharon cooked tortilla for lunch today. She used up the very last potatoes from our allotment and some eggs at least one of which was from our aging hens. While it was cooking I sat and listened to the wind. It sounded hostile, alien. In one of my special little sketchbooks, one that I keep for best, I wrote a poem:

February Ruminations.  

                                       February, I chew the cud.
                                       The wind in the bare thorns
                                       is bestial, raw.
                                       My bed is warm,
                                       but stale thoughts
                                       belch up like
                                       last night's beer.
                                       I wait for spring.
                                       Hoping it will come.
                                       I am never certain. 
                                       I have so little faith, 
                                       not even trusting
                                       the Seasons anymore.
                                       The sky is ash grey.
                                       A polystyrene box
                                       rattles past and 
                                       the bare stalk of
                                       a climbing rose
                                       taps on the window.

The tortilla, omelette variety, was delicious. It vanquished my hunger and my melancholy.

Thursday 2 February 2012

The trees were clothed in green velvet.


Look snap my boots match the trees.





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Frabjous Day

I am taking part in an online class with Misty Mawn. One of the assignments was to get out and look more closely at the world arround us. We went for a walk in Belvoir woods, as you can see the shadows were long emphasising the shapes arround us. The perfume of the earth and distant woodsmoke, birdsong echoing arround us........not another human in sight made for a truly magical experience.
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