Stirring Stuff

My spoon is rather…

Gorgeous.

How can I

Convey

The pleasure it brings

To the touch –

Supremely

Smooth,

I cannot resist

Running

That silken curve

Down my jawline –

Itself, admittedly,

Not as smooth

Nor as firm

As once it was

But still able

To luxuriate

In the

Feel

Of this miraculous piece

Of Spoon-Smith’s

Craftsmanship;

Hard to resist

Once the initial

Contact

Has been made.

Then back to

My thumb

Caressing

The barely

Hollowed wood…

Hallowed wood

A feast for

All the senses;

My eyes follow

The richly diverse

Tones of the grain

Which seems to

Emulate

The silken tresses

Of an expensively

High-lighted head;

I close my eyes

And inhale

The distinctively

Subtle scent

Of the

Tung Oil-moisturised

Skin –

Ah… stirred by a

Wooden spoon!

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Buzzled

Little furry buzzy bee
I saw you immobilized
There by the French doors and I
Thought I may be able to
Revive you with a little
Sugar water – I do hope
I didn’t drown you instead…

Buzzy Bee

Elysium Illuminated

Bursting with
Abundance,
Abandon yourself
To nature
In this
Elysium orchard,
In these meadows
Sweet with nectar.
What enticement
To stop a while
And feast on such riches
For the body,
For the soul.
The heart stays here
While, reluctantly,
Time must beat
Ever onwards.
Spotted white butterfly

Image:http://rammelaars2.blogspot.co.uk/2011_05_01_archive.html

Ode to a Toad

I saw you there
And stopped to exchange
Just a word or two.
You didn’t reply
But then I didn’t
Really expect you to,
So I passed on
And left you to your
Silent reverie.

Today you were
Still there – surrounded
By potentially
Tasty morsels but
You took no notice…
And you looked thinner…
I picked you up,
Moved you to somewhere
Where you could
Rest in peace.
croaked frog

Prickles and Pongs

Bribery is the order of the day and, like a carrot, the children are allowed a couple at a time to peer in the box from a safe distance and say hello to the temporary new classmate…in return for producing the required piece of work beforehand. It works. Even the most reluctant scholar perks up and completes the allotted task on time! Unfortunately this coconut-sized bundle of prickles, seems allergic to its fellow students and keeps sneezing – unless it was Pandora’s new perfume which could also be used as an insect repellent as the weather warms up!
Prickles and pongs

Water Coloured

Rose Madder,
Sap Green,
Wet in wet
On this
Watercolour
World
Paintbox Posy

Reflecting

You
I wonder what
you
do
on the
other side
of the gate.
You
I see
you
too
wondering what I
do…
on the
other side
of the gate.
highland moo coo

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