curved thick brass sinew
weir-broken water slides turns
rails sky upside down.
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Cuisine de frigo/ Cuisine de poubelle
Lunch - re-heated haggis sandwich - a Burns night take-away - with cranberry sauce, left over from Christmas. Requires lifting with a dose of ascorbic acid from three withered clementines, just one pip between them, also pre-Christmas. Waste not want not.
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Molly
marches into the vets barking defiantly in a 'Let's be having you then!' kind of way. Complains about the sting but kisses the vet on the nose anyway, and accepts a treat from her. That's my girl.
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Saved Nut # 3
A follow on from the last, Celtic Saints, a poem written on a trip to Finistere. I made a few small changes, and changed all the capitalisation at the beginnings of lines. I don't do that any more.
20 comments:
Amazing image here, and imho Celtic Saints is one of the highlights on your already rich blog, Lucy!
I'm recovering from a virus and my brain hasn't fully returned yet but I don't understand what that picture shows! It's a lovely pattern but - what is it?
Sorry about all your Molly stress. Oh, animals and children! what joy and what anguish they bring! Why do we do it to ourselves?
Well, for the joy, of course. Hope yours is returning.
What a beautiful image, I love how the reflection looks like it turns the water around itself. Escher but better.
You tell the vet Moll, you tell her!
If there was a competition for the perfect blog post, I would nominate this one!
Artistic, thoughtful, pathos, displaying humour, haggis and life. And, in the spirit of the haiku and the clementines, intense flavour without bulk. No pips.
Now it's my turn to say I wish I could visit and walk through that historical area. Wonderful images indeed, Lucy!
Happy to read that Molly has her spunky spaniel attitude back, too. Give her a pat for me.
Cracking photo missus and a lovvely post. And I'm glad to hear Millie Molly Mander is in the mend.
Molly loves her vet, but ain't taking no crap from her neither.
The lichenous face, yes, yes.
Lucy, you are a gift to us, and you show blogging for the art it can be.
Thanks my dears. You cheer me immensely these mean dark mornings...
I loved this the first time and even more the second.
Celtic Saints is striking, Lucy. Fantastic photographs too.
Love to Molly.
This is a photopoem that is wonderful in its edge and bite. I have also greatly enjoyed the Saints, as you have photographed and described them and now composed such a fine poem about.
The way you write about them, they are tough and real - living in dwellings "no better than the birds" - even in our modern world some of their silences are there, fleetingly or transcendentally.
Good to hear news, happier news, of Molly.
Edward and I are thinking good thoughts for Molly. Vet kisses are a good sign, I should think. Love the photo. And....haggis...really?
Lucy, I love this photo! The estuary photo series is just stunning – thanks for taking us on your walk. Poor Mol. I came via Bee and am glad I did.
Thans again.
BTW - Tom couldn't for the life of him work out the picture, even when I showed him the uncropped version and others taken from slightly different angles.
We cried off Burns Night pleading a sick dog, but I took down cock-a-leekie as that is my traditional contribution, and we were furnished with generous amounts of take-away. The haggis is fried in beaten egg and flour, which crisps it up and makes it more interesting.
Sarah L -welcome! I've seen you at Bee's and Anil's too, and Dave King's I think...
Lucy, that is a marvelous, fascinating image!
Such a witty meal and such enchanting photos.
Bee has excellent taste.
This photograph is so mysterious - and the haiku pairs with it so well. The contrast of brass, water and "upside down" sky is very pleasing.
The "Celtic Saints" poem is a delicious and complementary "nut" -I like the circle that the poem makes.
And I'm glad to see my friends Sarah and Elizabeth here -- as they are both wonderful photographers and writers, and therefore a most appreciative audience!
Oh..Mol is such a fine lady..I think she gets the strength from the love that circles her. I didn't understand many things when I came here few days ago..and left without commenting. I've googled haggis; now I remember I've checked on it before after reading Lee's post some time ago. And I still can't tell of the pic..and didn't know this is some sort of haiku..forgive me for being so poem-blind. But I love the fact that it's such a beauty to me even when I can't digest it. Hugs to you dear Lucy..
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