Watch the Rising Sun

Meadow in Dawn Light

sit amidst the

long grass and watch the rising sun

lovingly caress the meadow

*

golden rays revealing

the innocence of daisies as they sway

to a light morning breeze

*

breathe deep the

blissful quietude and embrace the

awakening of your soul

Long Grass in Dawn Light

These pictures were all taken at the meadow in my old village last month. I might not live there any more, but I just couldn’t stay away. Hopefully I’ll manage to get there again sometime soon. Unfortunately, getting there for a dawn photo shoot now includes a half hour drive, rather than simply a stroll around the corner!

Grass

I’m joining in with Camp NaNoWriMo again this July, which means my blogging is going to be taking second place to working on my novel for a little while. I have got a few photography and poetry posts (like this one) sat in my drafts folder, so hopefully I’ll be able to keep things going on the blog for a little while, even if I have no little stories to share.

In case you’re interested, the novel I’m working on is the same one I began last November’s NaNo. I’m hoping to get it to a point where it’s actually a coherent whole – which, as I don’t generally write in a chronological order, but rather leap around the story wherever my imagination cares to lead me – can be quite a feat! The novel is a young adult, otherworld steampunk fantasy, and, while it doesn’t really yet have a title, here is the initial blurb:

Centuries ago, the Kennithi-born mages ruled the world with an iron grip, their magic giving them the strength to subjugate any and all lesser races. Their reign only ended when the Order of the Veil learned how to bind their powers.

The world moved on, with science and steam-driven technology taking the place of magic. Marked by the silver web of magic frozen in their veins, the Kennithi became the downtrodden people – feared and despised. Their only protectors became the very Order that kept them chained. 

But everything changes when an inventor, experimenting with electricity, accidentally sets free his Kennithi assistant…

With any luck, I might even manage to complete it sometime this year!

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Cee’s B&W: Silent Guardian

arthur-statue

embodied

in resolute metal,

he watches

from the rocky heights,

forever awaiting his call to arms,

a silent guardian

poised

in enigmatic grandeur,

the once and future

mingling

of legend and history

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This post is for Cee’s Black and White Challenge. This week’s theme is things made by human beings. 

The pictures were taken at Tintagel Castle in Cornwall, and are of a statue called Gallos, which is the Cornish word for ‘power’. The statue was inspired by the legends of King Arthur – who, it is said, was conceived at Tintagel – but it can also be seen as a representation of the old kings of Dumnonia, a kingdom of the 5th and 6th centuries that stretched across Cornwall, Devon and Somerset. It is thought that this dynasty made Tintagel the site of their summer court.

If you’d like to know more about the statue, there’s an interesting article from The Guardian that you can find here.

CWW: Paths of Memory

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tread softly along paths

gentled by hazy memory,

strolling amidst recollections

of yesteryear’s cares

where lost loves and old pains

fade into ephemeral touches,

phantom fingers brushing

against present preoccupations

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This post is for Cee’s Which Way challenge. The photos were both taken on a misty November morning on the lanes around the village.

Here are a few other pictures of the lanes in November. Don’t forget to click on the gallery to see them at a larger size.

I hope you like them.

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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

CB&W: The Lovers

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she leans

into his strength

knowing he’ll support her

knowing the roots of their love are

secure

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This post is for Cee’s Black and White Challenge. The theme is still trees as Cee is currently taking a well-deserved blogging break.

The pictures are of a pair of trees that have grown together beside the stream, leaning out over the water. It’s these that the little ladder leans against. I love how the larger tree seems to support the smaller one as it leans at an insecure angle, its branches wrapped like arms around it. I named them ‘The Lovers’ as soon as I spotted them and their embrace.

I hope you like them.