woodland trail
emerging from darkness
squinting light
down stone steps
over an arched bridge
a rushing river
windows glimmer
in august sunshine
brooding clouds gather
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Haiku from Powerscourt August 2011
woodland trail
emerging from darkness
squinting light
down stone steps
over an arched bridge
a rushing river
windows glimmer
in august sunshine
brooding clouds gather
Haiku from Powerscourt visit August 24, 2011
shaft of light
through pine trees
lilies float the lake
after heavy rain
prism of light
in a raindrop
parting clouds
sun on my back
shadows meet
rose petals
sipping on raindrops
drinks on the terrace
late summer sun
eases my back
shadows dart
alone
in august sunshine
daisies wide eyed
woodland walk
at old cemetery walls
poison berries climb
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Thursday, August 11, 2011
The Soloist
Candles burn wet
lights flicker,
she breathes in
blindness,
the many colours
and textures
of black.
Stifled,
her mind races,
trapped with the
stench of boozy breath,
smoke stained fingers
oily skin slithering
sweat and spittle.
Black cloth
pleats and falls,
creaking doors
shuffling feet.
Heart pounding
she waits
suffocating
in the shadows
that envelop her.
Tiny limbs grapple
smooth banisters,
slide polished halls
heave heavy doorknobs
gasping for air.
In a hidden corner
she vomits.
Her body shudders,
heartbeat thunders her head,
legs cave under.
Shivering uncontrollably
she sits
with her vomit,
bony knees to chin
licking salt tears
of relief.
11/8/2011
MMC ©
lights flicker,
she breathes in
blindness,
the many colours
and textures
of black.
Stifled,
her mind races,
trapped with the
stench of boozy breath,
smoke stained fingers
oily skin slithering
sweat and spittle.
Black cloth
pleats and falls,
creaking doors
shuffling feet.
Heart pounding
she waits
suffocating
in the shadows
that envelop her.
Tiny limbs grapple
smooth banisters,
slide polished halls
heave heavy doorknobs
gasping for air.
In a hidden corner
she vomits.
Her body shudders,
heartbeat thunders her head,
legs cave under.
Shivering uncontrollably
she sits
with her vomit,
bony knees to chin
licking salt tears
of relief.
11/8/2011
MMC ©
Dromineer weekend 7 August, last write
Still August noon
In the stillness,
surrounded by friends
I sit, in the moment.
White sail boats.
glide quilted fields,
dark forests fringe
sloping meadows.
The harbour rests,
peaceful.
Circles on the water
ripple around me.
Their gentle lapping
on algae rocks
speaks to me.
I feel their caress,
held by the ripples.
My life flashes before me.
The nettles nod in agreement.
I smile knowingly.
It’s safe to be me.
7 August 2011 ©
In the stillness,
surrounded by friends
I sit, in the moment.
White sail boats.
glide quilted fields,
dark forests fringe
sloping meadows.
The harbour rests,
peaceful.
Circles on the water
ripple around me.
Their gentle lapping
on algae rocks
speaks to me.
I feel their caress,
held by the ripples.
My life flashes before me.
The nettles nod in agreement.
I smile knowingly.
It’s safe to be me.
7 August 2011 ©
Word game, Dromineer 6 August 2011
Word game
With verbs, adjectives and nouns in a basket, everyone took a few of each and went away to write something with the words they had picked out.
My words were:
Adj ... timid, wobbly, outlandish
Nouns .... fly, bridge, hat
Verbs .... kneel, pray, wrap
Hiding my fears
A timid fly knelt to pray on a wobbly bridge
wrapped in an outlandish hat.
I did it a second time for fun.
Adj .. angry, wildly, happy, adventurous
Nouns ... dog, chair, knee,
Verbs --- learn, wriggle, to be proud, jump, wound, break
Broken Child
An angry dog wriggled under a broken chair
learning to be wildly adventurous.
He proudly jumped, wounding his knee
happy he had not broken anything.
With verbs, adjectives and nouns in a basket, everyone took a few of each and went away to write something with the words they had picked out.
My words were:
Adj ... timid, wobbly, outlandish
Nouns .... fly, bridge, hat
Verbs .... kneel, pray, wrap
Hiding my fears
A timid fly knelt to pray on a wobbly bridge
wrapped in an outlandish hat.
I did it a second time for fun.
Adj .. angry, wildly, happy, adventurous
Nouns ... dog, chair, knee,
Verbs --- learn, wriggle, to be proud, jump, wound, break
Broken Child
An angry dog wriggled under a broken chair
learning to be wildly adventurous.
He proudly jumped, wounding his knee
happy he had not broken anything.
Dromineer weekend writing 6 August, second day write
After our morning warm up by the water, I gave a workshop on haiku and senryu and we all moved away to write after it. These are my writes.
august morning
house martins dip and dive
brushing my hair
legs dangle freely
by the waterside
ants cross my page
hum of an engine
flash of tinfoil
bodies board a barge
stillness broken
with a party on board
all barged in
light breeze
furrows the harbour
smolt weave through algae
august waterside
tangled algae circles
a rippling sun
the barge party
chug past waving
apple tart and cream
writing with amy
sharing of haiku
the sun in her eyes
grasping the concept
her eyes light up
a haiku moment
sudden raindrops
pelt my page
my life story
raindrops
wash away the moments
smiling eyes meet
workshop over
rain-drenched paper
loving life
one by one
haiku readings
clapping wings the waves
august morning
house martins dip and dive
brushing my hair
legs dangle freely
by the waterside
ants cross my page
hum of an engine
flash of tinfoil
bodies board a barge
stillness broken
with a party on board
all barged in
light breeze
furrows the harbour
smolt weave through algae
august waterside
tangled algae circles
a rippling sun
the barge party
chug past waving
apple tart and cream
writing with amy
sharing of haiku
the sun in her eyes
grasping the concept
her eyes light up
a haiku moment
sudden raindrops
pelt my page
my life story
raindrops
wash away the moments
smiling eyes meet
workshop over
rain-drenched paper
loving life
one by one
haiku readings
clapping wings the waves
Dromineer weekend writing 5 August - First day writing
Lough Derg Friday 5 August 2011
Down by the waterside, in front of Lough Derg House, we raised our left hand up, right hand down and held hands in a circle, eyes closed, breathing deeply, we listened to the sounds sending a pulse from one to another, connecting as individuals, the first group session by the water. We then clapped one by one, sending it on, faster and faster voicing the clap, bodies moving with the voice and clap sharing it and then fully warmed, we dispersed to write how we were feeling, what was going on inside, free expression. I wrote a series of haiku below as I wrote my first thoughts.
august waterside
stillness
flows within
breathing in
the surroundings
friendship glows
hands up hands down
connecting
as one
in my hand
pebbles from the lakeside
the weight of my heart
gentle lapping
of water on rocks
friends connecting
at one with stones
and fellow writers
my soul smiles
wrinkled waters
rock gently
hugs of friendship
a wagtail watches
in wonder
I wonder too
cool breeze
through my hair
thoughts unravel
silence
between ripples
my soul speaks
pens flow
to the rhythm of ripples
kindred spirits merge
solitary breeze
circles a crinkled lake
black dog emerges
gentle gurgling
of water
the child stirs
gulls squabble
riding the waves
fears fly the breeze
cool august breeze
swans necks loop
jet waters
snow swans
cruise the lake
boats hum the harbour
Down by the waterside, in front of Lough Derg House, we raised our left hand up, right hand down and held hands in a circle, eyes closed, breathing deeply, we listened to the sounds sending a pulse from one to another, connecting as individuals, the first group session by the water. We then clapped one by one, sending it on, faster and faster voicing the clap, bodies moving with the voice and clap sharing it and then fully warmed, we dispersed to write how we were feeling, what was going on inside, free expression. I wrote a series of haiku below as I wrote my first thoughts.
august waterside
stillness
flows within
breathing in
the surroundings
friendship glows
hands up hands down
connecting
as one
in my hand
pebbles from the lakeside
the weight of my heart
gentle lapping
of water on rocks
friends connecting
at one with stones
and fellow writers
my soul smiles
wrinkled waters
rock gently
hugs of friendship
a wagtail watches
in wonder
I wonder too
cool breeze
through my hair
thoughts unravel
silence
between ripples
my soul speaks
pens flow
to the rhythm of ripples
kindred spirits merge
solitary breeze
circles a crinkled lake
black dog emerges
gentle gurgling
of water
the child stirs
gulls squabble
riding the waves
fears fly the breeze
cool august breeze
swans necks loop
jet waters
snow swans
cruise the lake
boats hum the harbour
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Monday, August 1, 2011
Daisies wet in wet watercolour
I made the ceramic bowl in Holland years ago at a ceramics class and the daisies are from my garden.
Colouring pencils, doodles as I love Escher (Dutch Artist)
I went through a phase of just using colouring pencils and doodling. I have many of these, all A4 size approximately with plants, animals inspired by M. C. Escher, a wonderful Dutch artist.
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