Friday, 19 July 2013

Quite literally hotter than July...


A small tortoiseshell enjoying the baking weather in the garden this week. 
You can catch up with more photos from the garden this week on Flickr.


Thursday, 18 July 2013

Back to Glastonbury Tor in oils

Heart on a hill beneath a tiger sky
Over rippling fields swallows fly
Footsteps echoing this path once more
All the way round Glastonbury Tor


Finally getting back to my Glastonbury Tor pictures, now trying oils to go with the watercolour,
 progress so far today in photos below.


Kitchen table studio...


 

....Glastonbury Tor in summer.


The Dragon Pool

In the shadows of the hill
Submerged but not slumbering
You fear its heat upon your skin
The fiery breath lingering

But the dragon is not here for you
You are too small to catch its eye
And it's always best to let it rest
Where dragons like to lie

And should it rumble at the sound
Of the ripples from your wishing stone
Well perhaps you shouldn't dare to wish
Upon a dragon's home

In the shadows of the hill
Submerged but not slumbering
You fear it's heat upon your skin
The fiery breath lingering

But I will not let it harm you
The dragon always heeds my will
Submerged but not slumbering
In the shadows of the hill


(Click here for my blog about our visit to the Somerset Levels.)


Tuesday, 16 July 2013

The Garden Party (Rochester LitFest, 14th July 2013)

Midday
Too hot really
To be walking now
The kind of heat
That blisters the pavement
And sticks it
Oozing
To your feet

Coins for the car park
I forgot the suntan lotion
Hat and flip flops
But remembered
Coins for the car park

I must be mad
Mad dogs and Englishmen
It is too hot but I won't be late
I can add garden parties to that list
As roses pave the way
To the Good Intent
And, at the corner, I find the open gate

Bunting bedecked and sunlit stage
The square back yard
Now filling with expectant faces
An audience eager for a performance
Slogan t-shirts, parasols
Great big boots and bare feet
Cold drinks, crisps and finding spaces

Overhead
One lone skylark
Bisects the sky
Invisible geometry
To the eye

And they transport us now
To their other worlds
These poets and storytellers
These song singers
And vibrant voices
With didgeridoo and tambourine
With rhyme and prose
Transforming the air
Into the gilded sunspun
Dreamscape places
An alchemy wrought of words

Two planes interrupt with their lazy, drawling engines

Inside the bar the cool interior
Is a tonic to the heat
And here too
Is music
And here too are people to meet
And all too soon
It's four o'clock

And I have stayed too long
In the sun
Coins for the car park
Counting down
The day
I forgot the suntan lotion
Hat and flip flops for
The garden party