Touching down on
Riveted ribs, sore knees and knuckles
(But decorated toes curled up
Inside thin iron-skin slippers,
For this heavy-gravity water
Is Hellfire-cold today).
Stealing volume,
Pumping it into framed dark spaces.
Borrowing colour, these live-again hulks
Balance patiently on
Their own reflections,
Their own potential.
4/4/2013
Adventures in the life of an English allotment
Garden Blog of the Year 2016
Welcome to my world: digging, harvesting and other stuff
for your family
The evolution of an old farmhouse, an American woman, an Englishman and their dog.
If you could go anywhere you wanted, where would you be headed right now?
boots of salt and plow blades
blowing through the cobwebs of my mind
Just another WordPress.com weblog
Writing the Wrong, Right, and Ridiculous
... it's all about feelings ...
Life after the Care Farm
The most Dangerous plant to sleep under is the water lilly
Local History for Great Wyrley and Surrounding Areas
Tales from the mouth of a wolf
introspection & reflection, poetry & prose
Balancing on their own reflections……..like………and the picture too
http://winedrinkingmummy.wordpress.com/2013/04/04/napowrimo-04-april-2012-i-think-i-lasted-four-days/#comment-1147
Thought you might like to read this. It made me smile ….
Thanks for the link – smiles, yes but a serious side to that blog as well.
I like her blog a lot…great mix of creative images and words