Gone but not Forgotten

That’s the last substantial tree gone then. My newish neighbour hates trees. Thinks they are going to fall on her so told me of her plan to uproot everything along our boundary. Previously a nice secluded, if a little wild, place to relax and enjoy some privacy in our garden – now completely open to be overlooked from her back lawn (can’t call it a garden) and the street beyond.
I wonder where the little inquisitive robin will nest this year…

tree-free

Six Words for Saturday – Catching Up

28.12.13

Peaceful
moments alone.
Pen to paper.

Not sleeping – alone

Early hours insomnia –
Writing more inviting than
My cold bed.

Apprehend

The roads are sombrely quiet –

everyone must be at the great

Bestival Party on the Hill.

Mixed emotions swirl like chronic

indigestion when I start to

think about what tomorrow brings.

First a trip to the hospital

promises a tense waiting time

while a meeting with a friend not

seen for months shines up ahead like

a longed for lantern in the gloom.

Enchantment

My feet sink into the freshly-mown springy softness of the grass that skirts the meadow and leads to the wood. I am transported to a magical world; where dragonflies appear as threads hovering above your toes and v-backed lizards lie dozing in dark spaces. Here tiny caterpillars take refuge under the miniscule white flowers of cow parsley umbrellas, while the smallest acorns imaginable start to grow before your eyes on the knobbly oak twigs that hang over the track. Hopefully, we pick a few galls, intending to make my own ink; only to discover that a rich brown hue only comes from the later growths. I leave them in my pocket – if only to take a piece of the enchantment home with me.
In this wondrous place we are transported to another realm where cuckoos do not spit, yet frog-hoppers do, and baby grasshoppers note our passage. Deep crevasses lie underfoot and we take care, joking that if one slips we will have to use Rapunzel’s hair to rescue the other.
As I leave, the damsel in question sits combing through her endless tresses with her fingers. I almost offer to show her where the teasels grow but am loath to disturb such reverie, she seems to be so wistfully drinking in the scene – sketchpad at the ready to record the confined perspective of her gaze.

Update

Sounds
of calmness
pervade the tranquillity;
birdsong, gentle humming, clocks
ticking…

…and breathe!

Peace…
practising mindfulness
contemplating the direction
that my life should
head.

Cacophonous
sounds reverberate
from flat above
ripping, sawing, hammering, drilling –
deafening!

Furiously
incensed now;
grab long broom
bang back on ceiling –
uncharacteristically!

Daughter
stresses calm
“Be polite Mum!”
Walk to their door.
Breathe…

“Hello,
small moan
sorry but daughter
revising GCSEs presently…notice
please?

Although posted separately the next elfje is an update to this so I will tag it on the end here too!
Sounds
of calmness
pervade the tranquillity;
birdsong, gentle humming, clocks
ticking…

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