Weekly Photo Challenge – Abstract

23 Apr

This is sunset from our bedroom window looking through the trees toward St Ives, with just a small movement to make it abstract.

Abstract sunset through branches

Abstract sunset through branches

For others  in this Challenge, click here.

This month, I am accompanying each post with a poem to acknowledge National Poetry Month. As this photo is of the sun, here I give you another favourite,  this one being by John Donne – a love song,

The Sun Rising

        Busy old fool, unruly Sun,
        Why dost thou thus,
Through windows and through curtains call on us?
Must to thy motions lovers’ seasons run?
        Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide
        Late schoolboys and sour ‘prentices,
    Go tell court huntsmen that the King will ride,
    Call country ants to harvest offices;
Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime,
Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

        Thy beams, so reverend and strong
        Why shoulds’t thou think?
I could eclipse and cloud them with a wink,
But that I would not lose her sight so long;
        If her eyes have not blinded thine,
        Look, and tomorrow late, tell me,
    Whether both th’Indias of spice and mine
    Be where thou left’st them, or lie here with me?
Ask for those kings whom thou saw’st yesterday,
And thou shalt hear, ‘All here in one bed lay.’

        She’s all states, and all princes, I;
        Nothing else is.
Princes do but play us; compared to this,
All honour’s mimic, all wealth alchemy.
        Thou, Sun, art half as happy as we,
        In that the world’s contracted thus;
    Thine age asks ease, and since thy duties be
    To warm the world, that’s done in warming us.
Shine here, to us, and thou art everywhere;
This bed thy centre is, these walls, thy sphere.

My next post will be in honour of Shakespeare whose birthday it is today. It is also 400 years since his death, on the day that he became 52.


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3 responses to “Weekly Photo Challenge – Abstract

  1. Shelagh

    April 23, 2016 at 9:23 am

    I am reading Bill Bryson’s “Shakespeare” this week, so will toast them both with my evening glass of wine.


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