Sadly, the utter magnificence and glory of this rhododendron has been lost in my attempt to translate it into a photograph.
Tag: summer
heads, hair, hats
Blue-rinsed and perm-headed
hydrangea matrons
eavesdrop our conversation.
At least, that was my first thought.
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dazzle
It’s a grey day outside my window, so to brighten it up, here’s a photo taken a few days ago in South Wales on a small patch of land that had been seeded specifically to encourage pollinators:
On reflection, since cornflower is a natural herb used to brighten grey hair, I’ve just realised this is far more appropriate than I had intended.
(And the post title was chosen as a subliminal reminder of the old “blue whitener” detergent ads.)
the language of flowers
outside the florist’s,
the bright chatter
of pansies.
Which is strange, really, as the word “pansy” derives from the French pensée – “thought”. It would be logical to expect them to do more thinking than talking, but they always look to me as if they are checking out the passers-by and gossiping enthusiastically.
swallows II
Dark blades slice through the air, turn
sideways to the sun, flash silver, turn
into bright fish that glide in endless blue.
There are no swallows in the picture as they move too fast for my limited photography skills. The sky, on the other hand, is never-ending blue and doesn’t pose the same problems.
The post title is “swallows II” because this is not the first poem I have posted about swallows.
don't confuse the narrator 