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 leanLet 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
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Hayley Westenra 'Let me Lie' extract
You can read more about the house here. :-)
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That is quite lovely, the silhoutte of the peacocks are beautiful. I look forward to seeing the painting they inspire.
ReplyDeleteThat was beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI love your vision.
Much love.
Miracles
ReplyDeleteby 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}
Thanks Charlotte and Trish x
ReplyDeleteAnd what a beautiful Poem Ms.Thank you for sharing it. :)x
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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ReplyDeleteHello! 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.
Lovely pictures, especially those extraordinary silhoettes of peacocks, such beautiful creatures...
ReplyDeletePaintings from those beautiful photos would be beyond magical!
ReplyDeletePeacocks 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.
ReplyDeletePeacocks are incredible aren't they? I look forward to seeing your painting!xx
ReplyDeleteThe peacocks on the iron gates are stunning!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. Thank you for sharing. :)
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