Sitting waiting
For a gust of wind
Seed bomb!
Inspired by Irene’s Sunshine Macro Monday
Poetry
Resilient – Weekly photo challenge
November 4th,
a day etched in my memory,
and only your resilience,
your determination and doggedness,
to just get on with it
keeps us going, one step at a time.
I fear for your future;
I take deep breaths, focus and
try to carry on
as you do;
your little body,
resilient,
your spirit as always strong and determined.
Tree
I could not let today’s daily prompt “tree” go by without a posting.
Ivy twists and climbs steadfastly
upward to the lighted
heavens,
hugging your trunk
In its own shameless race to
get to the top.
Stump
Dedicated to those in France
“Hope is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all”
Emily Dickenson
Weekly Photo Challenge – Beneath your feet
Beneath your feet green carpets shimmer
Wood sorrel
Beneath your feet there are tiny gems
Thrift
Beneath your feet monsters lay waiting
Dor beetle
Tread softy, it is all we have.
Above is in response to this weekly photo challenge – Beneath your feet
School
You took my hand,
walked through that door and
begged me to stay just a little bit longer.
For two whole weeks you begged me
to stay a little bit longer.
Tomorrow you will walk through that
door one last time,
you will play with your friends
listen to story-time, eat you snack,
enjoy circle time, run, hop and skip.
Then there will be hugs
and kisses
and tears –
not yours, but mine
and theirs
your teachers.
In September
there will be ‘Big School’
and for a whole morning you will
be gone from my life.
I’ll hold you tight
unwilling to let you go,
just yet.
Weekly Photo Challenge – ROY G. BIV
Sometimes nature presents us with rainbows in different forms.
Peacock butterfly
Beautiful peacock, red, blue and orange
drink sweet nectar from the yellow dandelion
find a nettle patch of green
fly on in skies of indigo
seek rest as the sun sets violet
against the horizon
Weekly Photo Challenge – Roy G. Biv
WordPress Daily Prompt – Roy G. Biv
Sweet Thing
Eleven days ago a new born baby girl was found abandoned in a field in Dublin. As I write they have not found her parents. Thankfully the little girl is doing well, but every time her story comes on the news my heart goes out to her. Today they released her photo in the hope her parents would be found.
This poem is for her.
SWEET THING
They found you in a field
wrapped in nothing but
a snug, brown blanket
and shopping bag.
Your cry brought a passer-by.
But what if you had been asleep?
What if the wind had carried your cry
far away?
Who would have found you then
Sweet Thing?
Where is your mum?
Where is your dad?
What disaster struck them
to abandon you
without thought or care?
For there are a thousand mothers who would
keep you safe and warm.
Or did someone steal you
from the arms of the one you loved
instinctively?
It is not fair to judge.
But someday you will
want your mother;
And someday she will
want you.
Fate has saved you,
or some god or immortal being.
May it give you
a life full of treasurers,
a life full of dreams and hope,
for you deserve it all
Sweet Thing.
WB Yeats and Drumcliff
Passing through County Sligo last week I made a stop at Drumcliff, the burial place of the poet, William Butler Yeats. It seemed timely to visit as it is 150 years since Yeats was born in 1865. Yeats is one of Ireland’s best known and best loved poets. Poems such as “The Lake Isle of Innisfree” and “Down by the Sally Gardens” are know to nearly all Irish school children. Yeats won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1923. Though he died in France it was his wish to be buried at Drumcliff – a magnificent spot under Ben Bulben in County Sligo. He even wrote his own epitaph in one of his final poems – Under Ben Bulben
Cast a cold eye
On life, on death.
Horseman, pass by!
Drumcliff Graveyard
Yeat’s Grave
Bluebells
Swan detail of church door
Ben Bulben
Writings from the Meadow 