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Mobile, Poem and A Calendar

Our nephew’s wife, our niece-in-law, is an artist with words, otherwise know as a poet, whose work thrills me. She has given me permission to share this one here.  In honour of her poem, Pisces Public Apology, here is a photo of a mobile that my Dad brought me from Mevagissey when I was five years old.  I have treasured them for many, many years.

Pisces in pottery

 

Pisces Public Apology

I’m not a rock, I’m water.
I will never be still, try to understand that.
There will always be a ripple beneath the surface of my clouds

There will always be a reaper in my waves.

I am the child they called Powder Puff,
crying eyes caricature
doggy paddling the riptide
squinting for a dwelling place
in the oasis of my own peace but at the moment,
that pebble
is somewhere downstream.

Try to swallow the fact that I
ingest my surroundings and
spit them out in distillate form and
that could be a shower or
hold on to your hats cos
it could just as well be a storm.

I know that you want me to stop dissecting the particles in search of a source babe,
but isn’t that the definition of
precipitate?

Can you relate to the water cycle,
from pool to vapor to ice and then bled
out by gravity over and over and over again-
Have you ever danced in the rain?
Have you ever tasted water from a glacial stream?

This is a public apology.
Don’t get too close to me.
When you see the water rising,
get to shore or I’ll pull you down.

Try to understand that I am not
an empty threat,
you will get wet.

Your nostrils will burn with the flush of salt.

The sun setting in coral tones behind me
says that the only way to make it is to float.

The moon never says anything,
a conductor in silhouette.

It’s just the way of the sea,
the rage is under the surface
and rises up like Neptune –
Is my tongue a wave or is it a blade?

The sun has seen me sleep serene
beneath his rising,
like a mirror in the dark.

He knows I will show you
the red and aubergine vessels,
I will pull on the pumps in
your own heart and you will drown
in love for the rawest remnant of yourself.

I am a teal tyrant to be sure
and yet,
in the summer months all of the earth’s children delight in my mischief.

They say you haven’t lived
if you haven’t at least dipped your feet or
turned your grinning face skyward in the rain.

I am not a rock but I’m a home for
beings too small to even see,
predatory beasts with bloody teeth,
creatures too foreign to even believe.

I’m not a rock, but
anyone will tell you,
I am the blue blanket on this
big round boulder,
the source of life for every form and
the finest refinery of every stone.

A Dear Friend from choir who knows my Suffragette history has given me a Suffragette calendar. The following are July’s picture and caption.

 

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Hedgehog, Cake and Open Studio

Last night we saw our Hedgehog! Some time ago I mentioned that we had spotted hedgehog droppings and so knew there was a Hedgehog around. One of my Dear Readers suggested feeding him and as a result of her comments, we found some Hedgehog Biscuits! Now we feed him each evening as we go to bed. Last night we were a bit late and he was waiting!

I baked a Coffee and Pecan Cake today – well, two in fact, a  proper sized one to take to a friend this evening and a little one for us.

It was the Crowan Cluster Preview evening for Open Studios in Cornwall and we visited our friend, Nicky Stephenson, potter, who makes the most beautiful pots. The cake is for her visitors over the week.

Just one of Nicky’s displays

 

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Angels, Heirloom and Myths

The Christmas Angels are still flying in our lovely small town of Redruth.

Redruth’s Angels

We’ve been tidying away all the Christmas things today, among them, this beautiful bowl with its matching ladle. We always use it for bread sauce for Christmas dinner. It is the last piece of a dinner service that my Mum and Dad were given as a Wedding present in 1939 so is a very special treasure to me.

Minton bowl and ladle

I have loved myths and legends since I was very young so to be given Neil Gaiman’s Norse Mythology for Christmas was a real treat. I have so enjoyed reading these tales again and loved this fresh interpretation.

Norse mythology by Neil Gaiman

 

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Minton Tiles, Lettuces and Spring Flowers

It has been a glorious sunny Spring day and I have spent much of it in the garden, tidying up and doing a bit of planting as the lovely Mr S continues to get the boat ready for launch next week.    I have cleared out the veg trug and collected several old tiles from around the garden, all of which were my Mum’s and I have decorated the trug with the Minton tiles. I’ll show you the others another day.

I have planted some herbs and half a dozen lettuces. I buy ‘living lettuce’ plants from the super-market and plant them as we don’t have a greenhouse to raise our own baby plants from seed.  They have been very successful in the past.

Lettuces

I picked a lovely little bunch of Spring flowers for Easter weekend.

My Easter flowers

A sad P.S.   Our friend J was right in his thoughts that our little Bullfinch might be poorly. I checked on the RSPB website and discovered the problem. They advise removing all sources of food and water for three weeks so that the infection won’t be passed on and sterilising the feeders (which we do clean regularly). So, there won’t be any bird photos for a while. Thanks to J for pointing us in the right direction.

 

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Disaster, Delight and Penzance Doors

Some time ago, in April, I saw a delightful tea set in a local antique shop and returned a few days later to buy it. We have used the tea pot every day since and the other pieces whenever folk come in for tea. Disaster struck a few days ago when I knocked the spout on the tap……….  It is now on a high shelf among my other tea pots and where the damage cannot be seen.

To my delight today, I found a fabulous replacement, full of colour and joy!

New tea pot

Three front doors appealed to me today as we walked around Penzance. I loved the door knocker on one and the colours, flowers and bunting on the others.

Yellow door

Delightful door knocker

Keep calm, go to the beach

Just past those houses, the bell tower with St Michael’s Mount behind came into view, the sun glinting on one of the windows.

Bell tower and St Michael’s Mount

 

 

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Fishy Street Art in Sesimbra

A drive out of Lisbon today took us to Sesimbra in the Parque National Serra de Arriba where street art was in abundance and almost all had a fishing theme. 

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And for more fun, some gnomes we spotted from the coach window as we came into the town.

 
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Posted by on October 16, 2017 in art, Beauty, ceramics, environment

 

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Frida Kahlo, Earrings and First Words

I’ve been trying to find time to get to Studio 10 in Redruth to see the Frida Kahlo exhibition since last Sunday. I made it at last, met some lovely people, saw some amazing art and bought some earrings! I just loved the humour in these mosaic characters by Susie Chaikin, an artist I am delighted to have discovered today. Do have a look at her website by clicking on the red link. I featured some of her husband, Mike Chaikin’s, kinetic sculptures in April without knowing they were his – sorry! You can see them here.

Frida and Diego by Susie Chaikin

Here are the earrings I bought today. I need to find out the name of the artist maker. (I have now been told they have been made by Anne Boo Whetter.

Beautiful earrings

Sorting through stuff again – it’s ongoing! – I re-discovered Baby’s Progress, a little booklet given to my Mum to record my progress many years ago. Here is one page from it.

Mum’s record of me!

 

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