An ivy-choked tree symbolic of these strange times. Sink into the earth or focus on the blue sky. Go!Tunnel through the tangle.
#Tanka 55 — Tangled Ivy
Category: Poetry
After Two Months of Creative Gridlock, Enough is Enough…
We’ve just had a gentle heatwave here in the South of England. The birds have sung from dawn until dusk. My garden is in bloom in the sort of wondrous clashing colours that only nature can pull off with aplomb. And my creativity has returned.
Thus, I’ve written two eco-poems for competitions, plus I know exactly what I’m going to write for three short story competitions. Meanwhile, a twenty by twenty-four-inch canvas is glaring at my back from its easel, if a quarter-painted landscape/seascape can be said to glare. (Yes, canvas, I’m going to retrieve my paintbrushes from the cupboard soon.)
So, what has everybody else been doing or not doing in the last couple of months?
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#Tanka 54 + #Painting of Labrador in Bluebell Woods
Vision of beauty. Down yonder, in bluebell woods, my chocolate dog. Love immortalised in paint, such sweet banishment of gloom.
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#Tanka 53 + Two Contrasting Seasonal Paintings from 2020
In twenty-twenty the pandemic killed my words and soothed me with art. Now it's twenty-twenty-one, who knows which muse will triumph?
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#Tanka 52 — Dreaming of Ratatouille
Peppers and eggplants... dreaming of ratatouille. Solanaceae, a coat of many colours, some deadly, some nutritious.
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