here's the photo

Here are the photos to accompany the poem in my last post! What a diving board!

away in caravan

There is nothing more conducive to writing than only taking 15 minutes to do the floor, the dishes and tidy up a tiny caravan. Then while Kel is away working I write. Later I walk- we are near an icon from the 60's, 70's- what a diving tower! ( I will upload the photo later- in other words I have to take another)
Can anyone remember diving off a high tower? But this was into the murky waters of a waterhole.

Here's a poem sketch instead:

It's the two fine saplings,
rich mahogany tips of leaves
that show swimming is over
has been over three, four, five years.
The gum trees crouch where
toddlers and mums with tiddler toes
watched pale yellow water sap
in Matisse strokes, with wind
and big kid splashes.
They'd watch the three level
diving tower and the boys
bombing away into ninety foot
once-mineshaft lake.
Of course the council gates and mesh
are there with the warnings
the risks, the flaking paint
and the murky unseen depths.

(C) Lorraine Marwood

latest poem

What joy to find a package from America in the mail. I have a poem in the anthology 'Side by Side' new poems inspired by art from around the world. Abrams New York edited by Jan Greenburg.

What an exciting project and the book smells luscious- newly printed.

another birthday

Yes another one! But a cake made by my daughter and candles for my grandchildren and the singing, the clapping out the years, the wishing, the cutting and eating.

pot pourri

Another bit of sewing. It hasn't used much material and I have a flood of material. I also have a flood of potpourri from various sources- how fragrant. I love all those medieval references in fantasy novels- well children's, Young Adult fantasy novels to herbs, rose petals and lavender.

I am currently reading a novel by Mary Hoffman called 'The Falconer's Knot' and enjoying the different exploration of a life and who dunnit from a monastery point of view. The mixing of pigments for the artists detailed through the plot is rather amazing also.

Anyway this cat is fragrant, lovingly stitched and wears a bell! And will be in the post soon as a 30th birthday gift.

sewing at weekend

Look what I've made from the Softies book- sewing has the same buzz as poetry writing- some poems have a character and atmosphere that is satisfying, others are just scraps sewn together and maybe never finished.
I used to sew lots of soft toys when I was 17, 18 years old sewing scraps from the dress I'd make very week into another product. Now there is an avalanche of scraps waiting in cupboards, shelves, storage boxes, but my writing has waited longer.

book fair

Well it's Easter time again and our town holds a book fair for charity. I've been going to this for years and most of my extensive book shelving groans with treasured items. The sections I go to are- chidrens' books, poetry, cooking, craft, then novels.
What did I find yesterday?
Lucille Atwell
This type of book I remember fondly from my childhood.
Then I found this one for my grandaughter.
Does nostalgia drive our own stories, our own writing?