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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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May Sarton, Reindeer and Suffragettes

This poem came my way recently and struck me as a very positive and lovely way to celebrate sleeplessness. Oh, the ‘bliss of being alive.’  This poem is for my SIL, V, and my dear  friends M and J and I am sure, many more of my dear Readers will appreciate it too.

Bliss – May Sarton

In the middle of the night,
My bedroom washed in moonlight
And outside
The faint hush-hushing
Of an ebbing tide,
I see Venus
Close to
The waning moon.
I hear the bubbling hoot
Of a playful owl.
Pierrot’s purrs
Ripple under my hand,
And all this is bathed
In the scent of roses
By my bed
Where there are always
Books and flowers.

In the middle of the night
The bliss of being alive!

As it is almost the Centenary of (some) women first getting the vote in Britain, I am republishing the Suffragette Diary, a copy of which I found in my late Father’s papers. I will let you know as soon as it goes live.

My facsimile scarf given to me by my Mum

Walking into town today, a neighbour’s gates were open and I spotted their wonderful, quirky reindeer in the front garden. Aren’t they a delight?

Wood and stick reindeer

 
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Posted by on January 24, 2018 in Beauty, Photography, Postaday2018

 

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Carn Brea, Sky Kiss and Two Gifts

We had a windy walk around Carn Brea today, away from everything, to allow my brain to settle down! St Euny Church can be seen among the trees from our vantage point at the top. On a clear day the sea can be seen on the North and the South coasts but not today. As well as the views and the flowers  I found a little heart in the dust.

Then we spotted the Sky-kiss left by vapour trails in the sky.

Friends have been so kind and loving over this whole Until the Day Break period. On the first night I was given, by J&M, a lovely bunch of purple, white and green flowers which are still going strong and on the last night, a magnet depicting the strong women we had been representing in the graveyard with our March of the Women song( from D&R) Thank you all.

 

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Ball Park, Experiment and ‘Oxygen’, The Play

1    The Grandchildren had a lovely time in the ball-park and Grand-baby T proved to be quite a climber.

Climbing

Climbing

2    J had fun discovering what his lung capacity might be. The experiment was in one of his books and proved to be great fun to do.

Experiment

Experiment

3   KJ and I went to see Oxygen, a new play by Natalie McGrath, in Penzance this evening. It was wonderful, moving and totally involving. Many of you who read my blog know that my Great Granny, Granny Wiseman, was a Suffragette who was imprisoned in Holloway and force fed and that we have her Holloway Brooch in the family. I have been brought up to be very proud of her.
Tonight, I am completely overwhelmed by what she and others did to win the vote for women. It is one thing to be told family history, to read novels and non-fiction, but to see it brought alive on stage was something else indeed. I wept in the knowledge that my Great Granny went through this barbaric treatment for her beliefs.  If you are anywhere where this play is being performed, do go and see it! The music is moving, the acting superb and the story, beautifully told, one everyone should know.
Venues through the Southwest and all the way up to Hyde Park can be found here.

Holloway brooch

Holloway brooch

 

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