Sunday, June 12, 2011

A Rainy Day Out

A rainy day....
A house, glass eyes peer across landscape little changed.

Scent of raindrop soaked garden, flash of peacock turquoise. Jewels in the green.
Solid stone storybook house is watched. Eyes on peacocks, eyes on trees.

                                        (A painting awaits from these images I think? ;-))

And from the earth amid the leaves and damp and smallest of creatures, eyes that look up.


                                                           Let me lie on grasses green
                                                             On my mother earth I lean

                                                             Let me lie on grasses green
                                                              On my mother earth I lean

                                                                    Under burning sun
                                                              Through my veins she runs

                                                            Let me breathe the forest air
                                                         It's the life force that we all share
                                                               Feel my burning tears

                                                                Heal me through as I lie
                                                                       Here with you
                                                                      Heal me through
                                                          Let me sleep and keep me close
                                                                         ********
Hayley Westenra 'Let me Lie' extract


You can read more about the house here. :-)

14 comments:

  1. That is quite lovely, the silhoutte of the peacocks are beautiful. I look forward to seeing the painting they inspire.

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  2. That was beautiful.
    I love your vision.
    Much love.

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  3. Miracles
    by Walt Whitman


    Why, who makes much of a miracle?
    As to me I know of nothing else but miracles,
    Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,
    Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,
    Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of
    the water,
    Or stand under trees in the woods,
    Or talk by day with any one I love, or sleep in the bed at night
    with any one I love,
    Or sit at table at dinner with the rest,
    Or look at strangers opposite me riding in the car,
    Or watch honey-bees busy around the hive of a summer
    forenoon,
    Or animals feeding in the fields,
    Or birds, or the wonderfulness of insects in the air,
    Or the wonderfulness of the sundown, or of stars shining so
    quiet and bright,
    Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon in spring;
    These with the rest, one and all, are to me miracles,
    The whole referring, yet each distinct and in its place.

    To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle,
    Every cubic inch of space is a miracle,
    Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with
    the same,
    Every foot of the interior swarms with the same.

    To me the sea is a continual miracle,
    The fishes that swim—the rocks—the motion of the waves—
    the ships with men in them,
    What stranger miracles are there?


    {think 'men and women' on ships, and, think a clean sea, healthy earth. kindly cities and peaceful nations living in harmony and cooperation-not science fantasy, but romantic fantasy. The mind is a miracle}

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  4. Thanks Charlotte and Trish x
    And what a beautiful Poem Ms.Thank you for sharing it. :)x

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  5. Hello, I've just come across your blog it's lovely and so too is your work.I like your post about Puzzle Wood in the Forest of Dean. I live just down the road from the wood, it's a fantastic place isn't it. x

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  6. The Pea Pod...
    Hello! Thanks for commenting and for your kind words about my blog and work. :) Yes, puzzlewood is such a beautiful place. Lucky.. you must get to visit often.

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  7. Lovely pictures, especially those extraordinary silhoettes of peacocks, such beautiful creatures...

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  8. Paintings from those beautiful photos would be beyond magical!

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  9. Peacocks are beautiful whether it's raining or not aren't they? I love the two Green Man plaques especially the one on the ground, he has a lovely face.

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  10. Peacocks are incredible aren't they? I look forward to seeing your painting!xx

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  11. The peacocks on the iron gates are stunning!

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  12. I am organizing a virtual party my blog, I invite you to participate if you like it.
    The theme of the party are the fairies.
    On 24 June, "World Day of the fairies".
    You can wear a button to your blog.
    In my blog I have a translator.
    Hugs

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  13. Beautiful. Thank you for sharing. :)

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