Wednesday, 12 October 2011
Poppy & Loren
12 Dancing Princesses
butcher
idolize
endure
empower
aggrandize
avenge
host
civilise
caress
entrance
encarcerate
butcher
idolize
endure
empower
aggrandize
avenge
host
civilise
caress
entrance
encarcerate
Tuesday, 11 October 2011
Sunday, 9 October 2011
Friday, 26 August 2011
the rain has been heavy eyebrowed all day letting go at the least provocation
cows, black, sway in the front field and the cautious wind scatters the rain dumped grass
the bracken has an arguement - a loose canon of a weed lords over it
nettles just hover to the side ,dense and unshadowed among fireweed billowing like gauze
cows, black, sway in the front field and the cautious wind scatters the rain dumped grass
the bracken has an arguement - a loose canon of a weed lords over it
nettles just hover to the side ,dense and unshadowed among fireweed billowing like gauze
Saturday, 20 August 2011
Monday, 25 July 2011
july 26
ages have past
in time, place, creations
leaving here two weeks ago in tune with the dancers in sunrise
to the tune of Saul and Handel in Buxton
a day with Judith here with thorns, string, drawing
Candle only three weeks ago
Argentina, Pelleas and Melisande, 8 dancers
party birthday
a quiet solemn day Joanna has left after 5 weeks
walking in a trance to the barn
wildflowers into their seedings
deep colours aching purple, intense yellow
purity white of bindweed
cross the makeshift bridge glance down at a flash of red
a candle, used, startling it must be mine?
dragged from the cells of death in the bunker somehow lost here among the grass
trickster of many stories
memories continually being made
a shock
like finding part of me in an unexpected place
7 magpies over the thatch
so secrets
who knows
in time, place, creations
leaving here two weeks ago in tune with the dancers in sunrise
to the tune of Saul and Handel in Buxton
a day with Judith here with thorns, string, drawing
Candle only three weeks ago
Argentina, Pelleas and Melisande, 8 dancers
party birthday
a quiet solemn day Joanna has left after 5 weeks
walking in a trance to the barn
wildflowers into their seedings
deep colours aching purple, intense yellow
purity white of bindweed
cross the makeshift bridge glance down at a flash of red
a candle, used, startling it must be mine?
dragged from the cells of death in the bunker somehow lost here among the grass
trickster of many stories
memories continually being made
a shock
like finding part of me in an unexpected place
7 magpies over the thatch
so secrets
who knows
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