Wriggle-tailed and spindle-legged:
a lop-eared lamb, too young to know
which hoof moves next. He chooses
all four simultaneously.
(notes for a poem)
spring lamb
the wheat and the chaff
I received a clothing store newsletter this morning with this image in it: ![spring seperates [sic]](https://dontconfusethenarrator.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/spring_separates.jpg "advert: spring_separates")
workshop discussion
I’ve been thinking about workshops recently.
No, not the sort that illustrates this post, but writing workshops for the commentary, critique and creation of original texts.
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‘when daffodils begin to peer’
In fact, of course, the daffodils in the garden were ‘beginning to peer’ a month ago, but the ones in the photo are a far more local species.
From looking around the web, I think I’ve identified them as narcissus pallidulus.
What isn’t clear from the photo is just how tiny they are.
The fact that they are as pale as their name suggests, and that the petals tend to curl right back rather than standing out, star-like, around the ‘trumpet’ – which is probably no bigger than a single lily-of-the-valley bell – means it’s quite easy to miss them altogether, although they are now about in their thousands in the pine woods along the river bank.
stars on a stalk
I’ve had this single stalk of forsythia on my desk for several days now, as I found it hanging loose on the bush and thought I might as well cut it off and put it in water.
The flowers were still tightly closed when I brought it in, but I expect they will start to drop within the next day or two.
Each time I look at it, the phrase ‘stars on a stalk’ comes to mind.
It doesn’t strike me as the sort of phrase I’m likely to use in a poem, so it may as well be noted here along with the photo just to brighten things up a bit.
don't confuse the narrator 