Midsummer Gold

Golden Light

arise

to greet the dawning sun

*

gathering armfuls of pure

golden light

to crown the summer king

*

the Lord of the Hunt

proud and virile

mighty sunbeams amidst oak leaves

*

watch as he takes his place

beside the queen

*

the Lady of the Meadows

bedecked in flowers

her belly swelling with future’s hope

*

reconnect

with nature’s turning wheel as you

light the flame

of creative passions

*

arise

as the long day

begins

Path in golden light

For the first time since moving into my new house, I went out for a dawn walk this morning. It was the summer solstice – how could I not?! Though it wasn’t particularly pleasant to drag myself out of bed at 4am, in the end I was very glad I did as it was a beautiful morning. I was going to save the pictures I took for a later date and simply post my usual Wordless Wednesday today,  but as I also wrote the poem whilst I was out and about so I thought I may as well share them all with you now.

Here are a few more pictures:

I hope you like them.

Happy Solstice!

 

The Feeding Tree

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sitting

in blissful peace

enraptured by sunlight

awaiting the birds’

descent

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There’s a cherry tree in our new garden that we’ve nicknamed ‘the feeding tree’ because the birds seem to love it. I’ve already spent many pleasant hours sitting in the sun on the patio, with my camera pointing towards the tree. It’s given me lots of time to practice using my new 420-800mm lens. While we mainly have an abundance of sparrows, there have also been pigeons, great tits, robins and blackbirds spotted around it – though not all of these have stayed still long enough for me to photograph them!

I get a lot of shots like this:

Glimpse

Here are a few more pictures taken of the birds (yes, mainly sparrows – just the one pigeon) that did actually stay still long enough for me to photograph them:


This post is for Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge. This week’s theme is Gardens – a perfect theme, considering I’m currently enjoying taking lots of pictures in my new garden.

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Echoes of Long Ago Games

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listen

can you hear them?

echoing

fleeting peals of laughter

the joyful reflections of childhood games

of long forgotten adventures

held in the space’s fabric

memories existing in gossamer insubstantialility

absorbed by the earth

food for the

soul

Under the Tree House

The garden of our new house has a couple of features that immediately sold the place to me. There is both a tree-house and a summerhouse. And there are numerous signs that they were both favourite sites for children’s games in the past – including wax crayon scribbles and abandoned toys.

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As the youngest person now living in the house is my seventeen-year-old nephew, the garden no longer echoes with the sounds of children’s laughter. But the tree house and summer house both remain great places to photograph.

And to dream…

Pod

The summerhouse, now generally known as Pod, has become my place for writing. I can often be found sitting down at the bottom of the garden, with a cup of tea, a notepad, and a far away look.

Pod Door

Update: Since I started writing this post earlier today, we’ve had visitors – one of whom was a five-year-old boy. The garden seemed to welcome the sound of childish laughter, again. He rescued the seal (who is now called Super Seal) from the cargo netting, and before he left he insisted that I put him safely inside the tree-house for the night so he could keep warm.

Geoffrey

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long fur tangles

beneath fingertips as a

warm weight sprawls

hedonistically over

your legs whilst a deep

purr reverberates and

guileless eyes

stare deep into your soul

binding you tight


Meet Geoffrey.

Technically, he’s my sister’s cat, but as my sister and I now live together, I suppose he’s my cat now, too. He definitely likes to spend his time on my lap whenever possible. The photo of him was taken a few days ago, out in our new garden. I was trying to take photographs around the place, and he was determined to get my attention. He even climbed onto my back and sat with his paws on my head when I crouched down to photograph some flowers!

The poem I actually wrote quite a while ago, back when I was staying through at my sister’s old place. It’s one of what I refer to as my ‘text messages to myself’ – if I’m without a notepad and need to get some words out of my head, I tap them into a text message that I then send to myself. I didn’t realise just how many odd little things I had on there! Anyway, I thought this one would be a perfect accompaniment to the picture.

I hope you like it.

Dark Clouds

Dark Clouds Gather

dark clouds gather,

brooding promise of stormy days

ahead

*

fear tangles clutching tendrils

in your chest

*

breathe

*

just breathe

 *

look for the

bright horizon, for the glimpse

 of sun

through clouds

*

remember

the light will continue to shine,

even when hidden from

 view

FFfAW: Victim?

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Photo Prompt Sunayama MoiPensieve

Victim?

she felt sick

seeing him there

performing his songs

as if he didn’t have a care in the world

after everything he’d put her through

everything he’d done

to her

and to those she loved

seeing him so blithely carefree

set her guts to roiling

*

she carried the knife in her bag

for protection

she didn’t feel safe any more

not since that night

that dreadful night

when he’d trampled over her life

that hellish night when

all her personal liberties had been

infringed

and all her illusions destroyed

*

she didn’t remember

afterwards

taking hold of the knife

as she approached the figure who

haunted her nightmares

but she would always remember the

feel of the blade sinking deep into flesh

and the rush of satisfaction as

the spark of life

faded from his shocked gaze

Word Count: 136

To read the other entries, or to submit your own, click the little blue frog.

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This post is for Priceless Joy’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge. This week’s photo prompt was provided by Sunayama MoiPensieve. Thank you, Sunayama!

I’ve actually had this little piece written for a few days. I just wasn’t sure for a while whether to post it as it is or to turn it into prose. I eventually decided, after asking my Mum (Millie Thom) for advice, that I’d leave it in the form it initially came to me in. I hope you liked it.

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