Monsieur Proust had his madeleine, I have my summer berries…
Loved my Sunday yesterday. Ingirid invited a small paty of us to play with her in her garden. She is at the helm of a magical eden where everything seems to grow in both open air and in polytunnels… Just magic. A list of tasks were clearly scribbled on postcards. Ingirid pointed out two areas: peaches to be harvested from well established trees in one polycrub, and, that secluded corner where gooseberries, black and redcurrants ripen in the sun. So much flew back inside my poet’s mind. Whilst the first task was achieved at lightning speed, that latter harvest heaved a bowlful of those tiny summer gems, as well as poetics.
As in micropoetry form at first…
petits fruits rouges, en grapes, en vrac,
entre martinets et sourires,
là où le temps
Peerie red fruits clinging like grapes
in between swifts & smiles,
there, when time
locked in a
and then, as a poem,
You, scarlet gems so well hidden.
So delicate, in
one corner of a garden, where my hands search in between
leaves, guardians of time – where
time writes fate in
I first found you as a child,
crouched against earth and loneliness,
that thin mesh, invisible cage to let the sun work
miracles after each battering of rain.
You, tiny gems so well
precious stones of summer.
Later, a feast awaited us as we gathered in the garden to share a marvellous Sunday afternoon. I love gardening parties. So much to enjoy from such capsules of time.
Thank you, Ingirid 🙂
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When writers meet, share and offer work, words and more, Poetics shine.
On the ninth day of July, such thing was done. Inside the stones of the long house, by the harbour, we gathered on shiny floorboards on the first floor, where a mix of faces beamed with delight.
Familiar ones – Kevin, Doug, Marsali, James and Debra… And then new ones who smiled and unleashed most kind words. Among them, the co-editor of Shetland Create, Angie, the grand orchestrator of it all, welcomed us all, eager to meet us in the flesh.
What a splendid night we all had.
One by one we shared words created on the very island where we walk and draw inspiration from.
With such theme as home, selected verse from Compass Head felt so very apt on the night.
Fabulous slice of life shared in the warmth of Lerwick’s Peerie Shop Café – a place where I still come to write – in fabulous company.
Angie’s feeling so very much shared. Here, the night in her own words: https://shetlandcreate.com/
Now we are connected.
…to Jacqui Clark’s clunk 😇
Havra, celebrated once more, shining in the limelight, this time thanks to Scottish poet Sally Evans via her blog & brainchild, keeppoemsalive, and featured along other poets Sally enjoys.
Connected to the great Scottish family one more time.
Happy poet 🙂
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