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Sunset haze in Cornwall
Moon flys above
Silver glow over pink and purple
Fields are green and lush
Tides grow as moon and sun pull
Gravity from one direction
Water bulges
Seas rise and then subside.
Crepuscular light
Before the night.
Dumped
Tyre quoits
Don’t do it!
Dispose of correctly
Care for the world
It doesn’t need our rubbish
Encompassing the world
With our rubber and plastic
Destroying nature
With our excrement.
😞
Teasel looked like something
from the little shop of horrors!
Laughing at us
As it waved in the breeze.
The spikes were sharp.
So who or what
Took a bite from it?
Who knows?
Life against yellow lines
Breaks through tarmac
Takes over in time
Fighting through
Making a way
Green and purple
A clover?
Fixing the world
One root at a time.
Poppies make me smile
They have real style
If I could put them in order
I love white ones with a red border.
I like himalayan blue
I wonder if you do too?
Welsh poppies are yellow
A colour that’s mellow…
Orange from Californian lands
Red sunshine, might grow on sands
But red are my favourite flower
They seem to have a great power.
To me they are iconic
And I’m not being ironic
The colour of Ruby lips
Red blood and rose hips…..
A gin and tonc
With sliced lime
And added cherries
Cheered me up
It was good to sip!
Cold and icy
Nice and spicy
A dash of gin
And loads of tonic
To drown myself in!
Who am I talking to?
Why am I here?
Do I bore you
With this blog.
Expressing myself
Sharing my thoughts
Or is it just an echo chamber
Like vanity publishing.
Do you want me to be here?
Or should I desist.
Stop all this?
What does Jetpack powered mean
And why do I have to have it on my screen?
It keeps popping up on my page.
I’m not exactly in a rage.
But I am perplexed
Am I supposed to be impressed?
Is it a subtle advert
To prove that I can assert
My posts will be speedy
And not leave me needy
With WordPress
More or less.
Ripples in the sky
Blue and white
Stripes like the side of a fish
A mackerel gliding
Swimming over us
In cold beauty
Or a doves wings
Flapping in slow motion
Stop and go animation
Leaving white shadows
across the sky…
The cat sits outside
In the dark
By the door
Looking at me.
I call her in
She ignores me
Her head starts to move
But not to come in.
She’s watching a moth
She’s sitting on the pavement
As cars drive by
Calmly watching
Flitting moths.
I shut the door
Give up
She’s happy.
Mallaband-Brown