In spring, a young girl's thought turn to romance. Several times a week I walk past the lusty fellow pictured above. And the more I think about it, the more I feel he should get together with the orchid in my bedroom.
Thank you - I shall look at the orchid in my kitchen with new eyes!
I think you are doing with your camera what Hopkins does with his words...found this early poem of his:
The vex'd elm-heads are pale with the view Of a mastering heaven utterly blue; Swoll'n is the wind that in argent billows Rolls across the labouring willows; The chestnut fans are loosely flirting, And bared is the aspen's silky skirting; The sapphire pools are smit with white And silver-shot with gusty light; While the breeze by rank and measure Paves the clouds on the swept azure.
Spring, you say?
ReplyDeleteThank you - I shall look at the orchid in my kitchen with new eyes!
ReplyDeleteI think you are doing with your camera what Hopkins does with his words...found this early poem of his:
The vex'd elm-heads are pale with the view
Of a mastering heaven utterly blue;
Swoll'n is the wind that in argent billows
Rolls across the labouring willows;
The chestnut fans are loosely flirting,
And bared is the aspen's silky skirting;
The sapphire pools are smit with white
And silver-shot with gusty light;
While the breeze by rank and measure
Paves the clouds on the swept azure.
Heather, I think you have poetry with your flower and plant pictures. It's writing with photos. Love it!
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