Morning

Silver blue sunshine
sailboats bobbing on the bay -
and silence complete

Polperro

The ferns were scented-warm
on the footpath-worn cliff today
and,
forgetting middle-age,
I,
remembering,
laughed and ran
bare-legged as the child
all those fleeting August days..

Flotilla on white - for Ben

Had a lovely time at Jll Teague's workshop on 'Ekphrasic Writing'  - the response in one art form to another - yesterday morning.  Here is my 'responsive' poem to the exhibition:

Flotilla on white - for Ben

Driftwood and wire
draws the eye to bathe,
invites the hands to touch..

Flotsam and jetsam of my life
saved and savoured,
precious, yet unremarkable
to the unseeing eye..

Floating, light, resilient -
what fragile barque to offer you
to set your life's sail?

Parenting...

This morning on the fence the fledgling sparrows twittering away - 'oh oh it's too high; can't get there...'; above them the grownup birds smile indulgently and, collecting seeds in their beaks, fly down to feed them..

Friday 13 June, late

Full moon glimmering
pale on this cloudy night,cat,
dark stalks the lone street

'Ekphrasic' response -

 "Thinking outside the Box"

Warm breezes on my skin and
palmtrees on the horizon of my mind
dabbling our souls in the ocean of time
cat and I are dreaming..

From my window

Rain streaming
from the June-wet hills
and sparrows squabbling
like children
unsure
there is enough to share