Friday, June 13, 2008

Pots without their lids


Yesterday I worked in the garden and took some close-up, macro shots of things.
Nothing great came out of it, but it was nice and relaxing. And I had this draft poem buzzing in my head. It was inspired by my MIL, as she has always done this.

The photo is a segment of backlight poppy.

Thanks I'm editing this poem now, think it might be a sonnet.

9 Comments:

Blogger chiefbiscuit said...

I love the way you describe something a little quirky into the frame of a neat poem - arranged beautifully!

8:23 am  
Blogger Lucy said...

:~)!

4:28 pm  
Blogger PI said...

I like that. Did you show it to your MIL?
Onr of my friends - I think it may be Jack- photographer in Ontario - sees beauty in flowers past their first flush.

8:35 am  
Blogger Crafty Green Poet said...

Lovely light in the photo and wonderful poem, I like the resolution in it. I really liked your photo on qartsilluni too. Funny that's how I found you given we seem to live quite close together - I'm in Edinburgh...

2:13 pm  
Anonymous Dick said...

There's a freshness and completeness about this poem. Great pics too.

4:08 pm  
Blogger Cailleach said...

That's a great poem - capturing her so neatly as well as the process. Lovely job!

11:25 am  
Blogger savannah said...

lovely, absolutely lovely, sugar!

3:52 am  
Blogger apprentice said...

Thanks everyone. I've always wondered at this funny wee personal tick.

It's nice to see that some things are hanging in there, though yesterday she asked what a sleeping bag was.

1:01 pm  
Anonymous problemchildbride said...

Beautiful, Anna.

1:08 am  

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