Prayer flags, borrowing and love

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Prayer flags






10 tea towels

Blue green yellow red

Billow on the line

Above the bed

The bed is of Columbine

A hedge of Box

Meadow Cranesbill

Sage

Redcurrant

And Gooseberry.


This is the bed on which my head rests

The light illuminating the greens

And the pinks and purples.


It is remarkable how by accident, self seeding and failure

That this picture is revealing itself

A prayer to the start of the day

And an end to the turmoil in my head ?




Borrowing



I find myself borrowing trees

Landscape

Garage

And rats

From my neighbour

Though we share the rats in equal measure.


The trees are there to mask our ugly house

And the mountain is hidden from us

But the Montana has created a spectacular tower

And the Forest Flame crackles skywards.







Love


Love

Is patient

Is kind

But these attributes are hard to find

In me.


You however are a different matter

Exuding it from your pores

Like a fine perfume.






Paul.


Comments

  1. julia at terrain8 June 2013 at 17:36

    Enjoyed this far more than Friday nights which I've given up on- too much dog

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  2. Anne Wareham9 June 2013 at 00:44

    Those are just great, Paul. Truly. XXXXX

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