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Hardyesque
What’s that at the window,
hitting against the windowpane?
The weather, Maureen, I hate it.
Weather and war. Those twain.
Then what?
Then more and more of the same.
And later on, more rain, Maureen.
More rain.
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Yep, I think that counts as Spring!
And they’re spreading, as successful alien species do: there’s at least one well established small colony to the south of London.
A carpet of English bluebells in a beech wood.
The woods are magical here in southern England now. It’s time for my annual paean:
The bluebells are back.
Their caravan pauses here:
They know this place.
#haiku #poem #Spring
The Tailor
#trees #photography
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Throughout the ages
God had to be reminded
Which side he is on
#haiku #poetry #micropoetry #poetrycommunity #war
What’s that? Oh nothing, just a little hedgehog candle-holder with a slightly startled face.
🕰️Late Roman
🏛️📷 Kunsthistoriches Museum, Vienna
Thank heaven for imagination: it’s present in every Age. You tell us this little object is Late Roman. It could be contemporary! And surely it was as cute then as it is to us now.
Archaeologists Just Unearthed a 5,000-Year-Old Fortress Hiding Deep in the Forest of Romania
tinyurl.com/mpftv4va
#Neolithic
me too
Oh, I think you are committed to writing it now! Just write the executive summary – or perhaps The Prelude 😊
Funny thing is, I’ve been drafting my own sequence of poems on just this theme. Been at it for six years now. Another half a dozen should be enough. I expect you work more speedily than this!
We haven’t watched the final
episode yet. I can’t forgive you for this spoiler!
My poem about driverless cars might have been a bit pessimistic. But no. In Wuhan, China, over 100 driverless taxis came to a halt in the middle of traffic due to a system malfunction, trapping some of the passengers inside.
The poem was meant to raise a smile as well as a question mark.
#poems
Siegfried Sassoon's poem 'Another Spring'
The sense of spring.
The window, by the way, is at Hever Castle, the home of Anne Boleyn.
Vibrant red tulips with bluebells and green foliage.
“Before they came the air was calm enough, coming and going, breath by breath, without any fuss. Then the tulips filled it up with a loud noise.” Sylvia Plath
Screenshot of list (snrk.de/carrolls-sna...) of Lewis Carroll's notes about 'The Hunting of the Snark'.
On 1875-10-25 Carroll noted to himself that he will write that poem for his "40000 child-readers".
Actually, the book is crossover-literature; it's read very differently at different ages.
This is Art, Brad, painted by camera.
Cruising
#birds #photography
Two marble statues from classical Italy, each an elderly man with a long and miserable face.
“It will be alright in the end I suppose.“
“Yes, everything’s for the best in this best of all possible worlds.”
“That’s the spirit. Keep smiling.”
The models for the homunculi that appear in Mackenzie Crook’s series Small Prophets.
Broadcasting House reception — now with added homunculi.
You might think they come from the recent BBC sitcom Small Prophets, but I believe they are probably members of the BBC Board.
Many homes in Pompeii were decorated with frescoes celebrating feasting. This 1st century AD panel from the House of the Chaste Lovers depicts a cockerel pecking at a pomegranate with figs & pears behind. It’s an extraordinary, vibrant image
🏛️📷Parco Archaeologico di Pompeii
#FrescoFriday
My Final Poem
Someone rides a bicycle through a cemetery,
then in and out of my poem.
Why would anyone do that?
I was expecting a dark horseman,
not a clown on a bicycle.
Bill Manhire
It’s years since I read Paradise Lost but, yes, I agree with you on all 3 points – perhaps especially the deeply complex and interesting character of Satan.
Le printemps ? (Mais ce n’est pas un voleur peut-être).
