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

Macro Moments: Squash Bug

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Visions

of darkness

bar the pathway ahead,

 fear,

anger and hatred

tangling ankles in tendrils of flame,

binding feet into immobility.

Hold tight.

Breathe deep.

Specters woven of inconstant sorrow

will not remain triumphant.

Joy

yet lies beyond.


This post is for Musin’ with Susan’s Macro Moments challenge. This week’s photo was taken in the meadow at the beginning of September using my Canon EOS 1100D, 18-55mm lens: f/7.1, 1/100, ISO-100.

CB&W: Isolated Subject

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poised mid-air

avoiding the squabble

of voracious opportunists

swooping with raucous cries

patiently he awaits his

chance to dive


This post is for Cee’s Black and White Challenge. This week’s theme is isolated subjects. The picture is another one that I took on holiday in Cornwall earlier this year – this time on the beach near St Michael’s Mount.

WPC: On the Edge

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poised before

an expansive ocean of

stilted maturity

presenting youthful enthusiasm

whilst all outdated dictates

constraining adulthood

are deposited

abandoned

on the shoreline far below

a life of graft replaced by

a fun-filled existence

happiness

becoming the prime objective

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These pictures (which were taken at Tintagel, in Cornwall, UK) were nearly posted a few days ago for the Weekly Photo Challenge (this week’s theme is edge). Unfortunately I couldn’t think of any words to go with them at the time, so they were replaced with the sundial. I came up with the poem last night, however, so decided I may as well make use of them!

Both of the above pictures were actually cropped out of this one, that shows the rugged edge the people were standing on in all its dramatic grandeur:

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Harvest

Harvested Wheat

struck

with scything blades

the king falls

laid low

in golden splendour

beneath nefarious skies

as mournful gazes

watch

shadows creeping

rivulets of life-blood

seeping

teardrops withheld

as duty is

done

Cut ShortIt’s harvest time here in England, and the farmers have been busy in the fields around the village. Mostly I’ve come across the fields showing only the aftermath of their activity, though I have been lucky enough to catch sight of them in action on a few occasions.

Bailing Hay

WPC: Morning

St Michael's Mount Causeway

wait

soon it will emerge

the beloved of the sea

pathway to secrets

released from watery slumber

as the morning tide

recedes

*

step

carefully ahead

footsteps on slick cobbles

the journey to the truth is

treacherous

Waiting for the Causeway


This post is for the Weekly Photo Challenge. This week’s theme is morning.

The photos were taken at St Michael’s Mount in Cornwall, an island topped with a medieval castle that can be approached between mid and low tide by a causeway from the town of Marazion. We visited in the morning, and had to wait for the tide to go out before we could cross. As you can tell from the picture above, many people didn’t wait for the causeway to be completely free of water before they ventured across.

Causeway