Cold northern breeze 1
Frost and desolation 2
A country of eternal light 3
Poem 1 of a series of 5
Notes: Found poetry using snippets of text from “Letter I” of Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. Page numbers refer to my paperback copy of the book, a Penguin Classics edition from 2003.
These snippets are from the first page of Letter 1. Title from line 11 | 1 from line 7 | 2 from line 13 | 3 from line 24
I woke up on Tuesday morning to find my village swathed in a blanket of mist, and, recalling that one of the picoftheweek2019 prompts for the Photo Challenge hosted by Of Maria Antonia is mist / clouds, I waited for it to get light enough and then duly went outside, camera in hand to try and capture the ethereal veil…
A note about my responses for the challenge: The photos I post will be a mix of old and new. I’ve taken so many photos over the years, it will be nice to give a handful of them a purpose, but I also look forward to taking my camera out and snapping new ones too.
I’m quite pleased with this photo. You can see the mist, though it’s not come out as dense as it was in reality, but there are other things that draw the eye too. In the foreground there are the branches of a wild / dog rose, with a numbered of withered dark red rosehips still clinging on, whilst on the left and further away from the camera are the branches of a crab apple, on which you can just make out silver jewel-like dewdrops. (Just a little further left and out of shot, a blue tit was singing merrily – I did manage to get a photo and will share it here in due course, if I can find a prompt that works with it) And finally, that thick layer of moss carpeting the roof looks soft enough to sit on. If it wasn’t such a dreary-looking snap, I would say everything about it was magical…
Taken: February 2019
I’ve been looking through the archives to find something wintry to repost to mark Midwinter, and I’ve noticed that I really love to write about this season, meaning there was a lot to choose from. Here are some of my favourites…
Midwinter – A PoemToday is the shortest day
Tonight the longest night
Tomorrow’s sunrise the turning point
That marks the returning light
*
In the very heart of winter
There’s a special vigil to keep
As we wait patiently in the dark
For the sun to wake from sleep
*
Soon the world will be brighter
It will be the darkness’ turn to wane
It won’t be long until spring is here
When The Wheel will turn again
Winter Morning (a haiku)A frosty breath mists
Words frozen, left unspoken
Cold winter morning
Silver FrostBreath mists in frigid air
Cold hands, warm heart
Wintry kisses melt icy lips
Beneath mistletoe boughs
In silver frost.
If you’re looking for more winter-themed reading, why not check out:
Today is the shortest day
Tonight the longest night
Tomorrow’s sunrise the turning point
That marks the returning light
*
In the very heart of winter
There’s a special vigil to keep
As we wait patiently in the dark
For the sun to wake from sleep
*
Soon the world will be brighter
It will be the darkness’ turn to wane
It won’t be long until spring is here
When The Wheel will turn again
Sammi Cox 