perspective

So much depends

cement mixer & white chicken
on whether it was
a red wheelbarrow
or an orange cementmixer

on whether it was
glazed with rain water
or shaded
from the setting sun

on whether there were
several white chickens
or just the one, escaped
from the neighbour’s yard

on whether it was
early twentieth century
industrial America
or rural Spain in 2012

on whether it was
William Carlos Williams
who saw the scene
or me.

For the chicken in question,
much more depends
on whether my cats find her
before the neighbour does.

yet more mythical beasts

golden lion's head

It’s half a lifetime ago that I first left the UK to live abroad, but barely a day goes by when I’m not in touch with someone there, and I still read the British news when I have time.

Usually, my friends and family keep me up to date when there are stories they think I’ll find interesting, so I was disappointed to realise that no one had told me that the hunt was on in Essex for a lion until it was practically all over.

I’ve always been fond of cats of all sizes, so, since the Essex lion has (probably) turned out to be a mythical beast, I thought I’d post some of the lions I have among my photos.
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diy

As I have nothing written and ready for posting, I offer these two splendid beasts from the storytelling bench at St Mary de Crypt in Gloucester and ask you to use your imagination to supply a suitable text:

lion (relief carving)
wyvern (relief carving)

where angels fear to tread

Adeje street 'carpets', Corpus Christi 2012, Tenerife

As part of the Corpus Christi celebrations, the town of Adeje in Tenerife decorates the streets with ‘carpets’ made from salt along the procession route.

I think the carpets are made using salt tinted with powder paint, which is spread over a big outline of the picture taped to the street.

Between the carpets are plainer stretches with stencilled patterns.
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angels and devils

Staying with churches, but moving down from the belfries that have featured in the last couple of posts, I’ve been looking through some old notes and came across this fragment:

painted statue of demon

In the village church,
a noseless angel
spreads his wings
above a skull.

 
I don’t seem to have a photo of the noseless angel, but I did manage to find the rather fine demon on the right on one of my many unlabelled CDs.

I think the demon is from one of the Cathar sites in southern France, while the angel was almost certainly in Spain. Now I come to think of it, though, it was probably in la Sierra de Francia, so they may be distant cousins.