Sailing This two-master was my home for a week in autumn, year after year, for more than a decade. The tides would command our rhythm of days. We had to sail together or we would never leave a port. Steering the ship was my delight, yet I enjoyed every handiwork with the sails, the rigging, … More Five Photos, Five Days Challenge: Day Two
The Lure of the Sea There was this yearning deep inside as I grew up in the French tinted part of Germany, south west, in the valley of the Rhine. My eyes would follow the river barges with longing imagining all the way to where they reached the sea. We had beautiful forests and … More Five Photos, Five Days Challenge: Day One
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This is a sort of prose poem about The Belem, a lovely old three-masted barque that visits Bordeaux regularly. She was here last week for the Fête du Fleuve, a biennial event. After an eventful life and several owners, The Belem is finishing her life in a dignified fashion…
Tall she stands In a forest of locals Apart and yet a part . A palatinate pine Amongst north-western foliage I am, lightbound . You touch my feathers . . 8th June 2015 ©by Andrea Connolly
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Time to join in Ronovan’s Haiku challenge. This week the key words are Bard and Water. Here are my two poems. The stained glass is by Edward Burne-Jones Enchantment Honey tongued the Bard singing his spells false seemings water turns to wine In two lines this gives: Honey-tongued, the…
To be brave: Mother and Child – A Life With A Special Needs Child, by Ali Isaac
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I dig deep into the river mud, Where roots weave their tapestry, Dead leaves bind the earth we tread, And shoots pierce and climb. Where worm galleries Thread the dark loam, Pitter-pattered with mouse paws. Tunnelled arteries lead to the core, Pulsing with nesting fox hearts. I dig with…
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