New paintings and regular art updates.
Our writing group is sending poems and stories to a new quarterly publication in the local area. I have sent in a poem about roses and a short story in. I’m not sure if either will be published so I’m not going to give much detail here.
The roses poem is about if you had synesthesia and could for example hear what a rose is like. The short story is about a lunar eclipse. Is that enough detail? Wish me luck!
I want more colour
I want more scent
Flowing green
Petals and sepals
Music in sight
The volume
Set to 11
A rhapsody
Of delight.
Soon I’ll know if the roses I planted last year have survived the winter. I put in five of them. Climbers and ramblers. I wanted them to grow on the remains of the hedge our neighbour (a builder) had torn out and made our garden vulnerable to being burgled two October ago. I’m hoping they will make a prickly, but beautiful barrier. I love scented roses and I might try putting a few more in this spring. You can get bare rooted ones that you just use a slit trench (push the spade into the soil and make a slit) to plant. Fingers crossed.
Flora, florizal
Florets, flowers
Petals pampered
Scent and perfume.
Distilled and wrapped
Into dense, sense, intense
Entangling
Surges
Of flowery glory.
Just did a quick digital sketch called ‘scent’, trying to use the text tool and symmetry tool on my sketchbook app. It’s a bit pale, maybe to subtle? Sundays #bandofsketchers prompt was smell.
Sleep gently beckons,
Rest a while
Feel the warm rays
Of the sun
Beaming down.
Tiredness hits you
Like a weighted blanket
Heavy lids shut
Summer breeze
Brushes your cheek.
Scent of roses
All encompasses
Your senses
Sleep a while
And be glad.
It’s a struggle to dry my washing in the back yard at the moment. The washing line snapped and I’ve tied it back up but it’s a bit saggy. It is also surrounded with hanging baskets which are a riot of colour and lovely scents which I hope will infuse into the drying clothes (although it’s already rained this morning!). I can’t fit a dryer in the kitchen even if I could afford one, or afford to run it. Just hoping the day stays dry now.
Tulips bloomed
Scent filled the air
Warm breezes
Touched my hair.
purple flowers
Proud and bright
Give enjoyment
To my sight.
May was gentle
Soft and true
Forget-me-nots
Bloomed in blue.
Fine flowers
Grown up tall.
Magic bower
Soft waters fall.
Memory of
a lovely day.
Gives my heart
Delight today.
Just some spring flowers on the upstairs windowsill. Freezias smell lovely. Fresh scent. It’s nice to buy plants that are a bit different. They are indoor plants unless it’s warm enough outside (above 1°C). But as we are having continuous frosty nights I have kept them in.
Hyacinths bulbs growing in the kitchen. I’d like to say I had grown them myself, starting them off in a cool dark place. But no, they came from a local supermarket that sells plants. Sometimes the plants from there are a bit dried out, or even diseased, but these are flowering nicely. A gift from my hubby.
The pink colour is good against the white snow and evergreen trees in the garden and the mixture of houseplants on the windowledge surrounding them. I’d love to comment on the scent but I lost my sense of smell in an accident years ago, so I can only pick up a faint aroma….. Still, they do look lovely.
Mallaband-Brown