Saturday, 31 March 2007
Friday, 30 March 2007
Thursday, 29 March 2007
black and white
This poem is in response to a painting by Bridget Riley currently on display at the Dean Gallery in Edinburgh as part of the Cutting Edge Exhibition.
Wednesday, 28 March 2007
stark against cloudy sky -
Tuesday, 27 March 2007
buds start to unfurl first love
heavy days I cannot see the hills
a possible butterfly too early in the year
Monday, 26 March 2007
But somewhere in another galaxy,
Some parallel universe,
We’ll still be what we were.
St Peter’s birds,
Doing the impossible, walking on sea,
The outriders of storm.
Off course maybe; blown,
Fragile, but together. Drawn
To their one and only mate
By magnetism, a cry
You recognise in the dark above all others
And by faith.
It’s a poetry collection I’d recommend, but more, I’d recommend going along to hear Ruth Padel read if you ever get the chance.
Thursday, 22 March 2007
patterned across dull indigo sky.
Darkness is settling on village and lake –
it’s time for night fishing to start.
Dug-out canoes since centuries ago
have fished this great Lake Malaŵi
luring the fish from the depths to the nets
catching food for the nation.
The fishermen shout from boat to boat
incomprehensible hints and instructions,
stories from ancient mythology,
the latest football scores.
Black silhouette boats against blackening lake
process with lamps glowing brightly,
each light is reflected in shimmering sparkle,
broken patterns on rippling swell.
Above, Seven Sisters and Southern Cross
shine down on the lake’s constellation,
black sky and black water meet in communion
and dug-out canoes become stars.
This poem was published in my pamphlet Bougainvillea Dancing and is a companion piece to this painting here.
Poetry and Images for Poetry Thursday
Tuesday, 20 March 2007
Monday, 19 March 2007
This month’s crusade asks us to journal things we collect. I collect tigers! The thought of a world without tigers is one I just can’t bear to think about, it’s terrible and unbelievable that something so beautiful and perfectly evolved as a tiger should be so endangered in the wild. The first photo shows my journal page: the background is from a magazine from Care for the Wild, a charity that cares for wild animals across the world; there are two pictures of tigers from magazines; a quote from William Blake and a photo I took of a tiger patterned kite stuck in a tree!The second photo shows my tiger collection – cuddly toys, a glove puppet, jigsaws, a hot water bottle cover, a holder for kitchen utensils and framed pictures. I also have an adopted tiger in Thailand somewhere.
Saturday, 17 March 2007
coconut smelling gorse
A blustery March day, the wind propels us along the path to the small lake. Here, tufted ducks float with windblown head tufts. Two swans glide on the water, one with its head and neck under water. Frogspawn gathers round the stems of aquatic plants near the lakeshore. We turn to walk back the way we have come.
Skeins of geese
emerge from the mist –
Thursday, 15 March 2007
(New Collins Concise English Dictionary 1982)
Dense is easy – thick and heavy.
Forest? - even the oldest of us here admit
we struggle to remember expanses of trees
(rare tall, woody plants, once common).
Tropical then was the small area
hot as everywhere is now.
Heavy rainfall? – we who barely know rain
can only dream of heavy.
Remaining documents of forests
contain solidly green photos, strange names
and archaic terms we no longer understand:
We have a long task ahead.
definition for Poetry Thursday
This is rather extreme eco-angst even for me! To prove it's not all doom and gloom - last night I went to the Scottish Poetry Library to hear Meg Peacocke read her poems that have been carved into rocks along a walk in Cumbria, north west England and to talk about the process of designing the walk. It was a fascinating evening! You can see photos of the poems in the rocks and a map of the walk's route here.
I wrote another poem for the prompt on Alter Ego. but the permalink wouldn't post.
Wednesday, 14 March 2007
three vees of geese fly
across the cold morning sky -
Tuesday, 13 March 2007
Thursday, 8 March 2007
against storm grey skies
a late snowflake falls
suddenly the red of a robin's
breast puffed with pride
as he sings his wistful
end of winter song.
More red poetry from me at Alter Ego here.Red for Poetry Thursday
Wednesday, 7 March 2007
Tuesday, 6 March 2007
as I walk through the woods –
the first leaves open.
under my nails
and in the lines of my hands –
life giving soil.
white stone driveway
between neatly cut hedges –
one muddy footprint.
Earth, soil, mud for One Deep Breath
Monday, 5 March 2007
Sunday, 4 March 2007
Thursday, 1 March 2007
subtle swirls in blue and green
draped with wispy veils of white
set against a backdrop of black
I've written another poem about something beautiful on my Alter Ego blog here.
Beauty for Poetry Thursday