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Loch Hyne

The waters stretch like cling film

Keep reflections fresh

And folded mountains close

Like shields of Cambrian mesh.

Circa, 2007

Summer

Cold as claws these Winter days

Unremorsefully seize you.

Warm and gentle Springtime ways

Very kindly free you.

When the snowdrop slow drop

Your eyes no longer tease

When the crinkled daffodill's

Not caring how to please

Summer sunshine rolls you

In a hot and sultry squeeze.

Patricia Lesley 2009

The Wreck

Indifferent to the wave's plot

- a glistening incitement

Darkly slippery

Bladderwrack 'n barnacle indictment.

Raining. Splattered along the 'bridleway'. Did not see a team of horses or troop of labourers. There were no flocks of the fluffy sort but there was mud, sticks and a flood of water. Elder leaves are opening and there is cuckoo pint unfurled snowdrops and aconites in the spinney. A neighbour saw some of the food he put out taken by a badger.

Reading tonight. Hans Baron The Crisis of the Early Italian Renaissance.

Composed a poem after being invited to dance by an OS partner.

Title;

Hi Cat! You Need a Bigger Broad!

Nor will he tread the dance floor

Considering a neat step.

He thinks your feet are there for

Stamping on - he isn't hep.

How can you and this big cat

Get in the groove? Get into step.

Disco music's awfully loud.

He cannot hear your protest.

Then again he's very proud

Puffing out his massive chest.

You wonder if he'll mind the

Smear of lipgloss on his vest?

It serves you right for choosing

The line of least resistance.

You  need to learn refusing.

Keep Bunters at a distance

Never mind you'll know next time.

Put plasters on your blisters.

Adjectives can be avoided according to my text book.

The penultimate draft of my TMA03 poetry submission 'Country Bus', relies on adjectives for effect;

'Minoan - mural - red spread ...' it began but as there is plenty of time before the cut off date I decided to experiment and eliminate all the adjectives.

The first line now includes an allusion to the driver and passenger so the poem is not just about a dawn of flamboyance.

Lines 1- 2,

'Driver and passenger talking

Tested the tension this morning.'

Lines 12 - 17,

'A sun leaned on the night

All blushing enrichment

Like a Daemon of Creativity

Burning for the earth

Disallowing discontent and rousing

The drowsing of den and lair'

I am pleased with the simpler effect and the way in which eliminating descriptive phrases allowed another idea, a human theme in to add interest.

Confections of snow and ice tempted me to trample along the lane into the bridleway, where only a little animal with paws probably a rabbit had gone before me. I scrambled up the bank onto the common six inches deep in snow. Felt as though I was walking in carpet slippers.

Publisher; Hodder Stoughton

Author; Hammond Innes

Titled; East Anglia

I found the book in the mobile library and was interested to read,

''the east of England was almost covered with forest, from Epping to The Fens, with only the chalklands and the heathlands to lift travellers out of the mud and swamp of forest tracks.''

Perhaps that's one of the reasons why they used so much timber to build houses and ships because many people were fed up with sloshing around in the dark.

''... how many acres of oak were felled to build Lavenham,'' '' ... walking through it at dawn, when the old streets are deserted, is like walking through a petrified forest ...''.

Lunar Sea

Surely secrets of the heart are better left untold.

Doesn't sharing spoil their cut and blow the fold?

Not for me the picky practice of divining art.

I cannot share the secrets of my heart

Because discovered they will ever be

A dusty disappointment like a lunar sea.

Surprised to find a poem inspired by a piece of music.

The bridleway flood is subsiding and the water has left several inches of grey mud and islands of sand. I nearly took off when the air was rent by four almost deafening shots the other day. I don't suppose the birds took any notice although the gun fire is supposed to discourage them from stealing the crops.

They must pose a serious threat because the farmer uses scarecrows dressed in yellow, in the fields, a hovering plastic bird of impressive dimensions and a gun. I dunno I thought, after watching the bird for a while. That bird never lands or changes flight path? Ages before I realised!

I have just discovered a recipe for instant enjoyment.

Half a pint of freshly squeezed orange juice. ( to drink I mean )