The Lazy Poets Thursday Poem 2

It’s Thursday again and I’m still lazy! For macro Monday this week I posted a photo that I edited. Among the comments I received, Christine at http://dadirridreaming.wordpress.com/ and Sandra at http://sandraconner.wordpress.com/ both said that the photo made them think of waves foaming on a beach. Thank you lovely friends, your comments inspired todays lazy poem. Here is a slightly bluer version of Monday’s photo.

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Waves of Foam

Foaming ocean laps the Jurassic shore

where molten lava once seared and pitted

into burnished pockets of chalk

that glow pale in the shallows

where volcanic flame no longer scorches

earth but in its place frozen fluid

 turned to stone in the countless millennia

before mankind’s dawn

then lapis and bronze lay down its mineral

to adorn sweet womankind’s questing hands

and feet that step through warm golden sand

above the azure sky reflects light

from the firmament holding the source

of celestial waters in balance

100 Steps for Chittle Chattle

I really needed a reason to get me out into the cold at lunchtime and Myfanwy’s 100 steps motivated me! The building next to mine on the campus is the Cancer Care centre, set in a small garden and the walk through is often part of my midday stroll. I started my 100 steps at the grey metal gate and ended at the crocus.

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100 steps 2

Myfanwy uses her 100 step photo walks as inspiration for her stunning textile art, if you haven’t seen it visit  http://chittlechattle.com/

The Lazy Poets Thursday Poem

I’ve decided to try to play with poetry occasionally and use one of my own photos as a prompt. This one was taken on Budleigh Salterton beach – I’ve never seen fungi on a beach before and keep thinking about it. Feel free to use my photo if it inspires you in any way.

Budleigh beach fungi

Beach fungi

what happens to fungi by the sea?
does it adapt to salt misted air?
to a twice daily shower of English Channel
surviving and thriving on salt flavoured weed

evolve fins from mycelia that creep
from drift log to drift log
make demands to be hosted by a pilot whale?
or migrate across oceans on hulls
of a thousand white sails
mutating as arctic or tropic prevails

will it thrust roots and tiptoe inland seeking dry darkness?
to fester and squat like drinkers in a wine cellar
feasting on microscopic bacteria aerosoling
spores to caress rafters and beams

or overcome by saline will it dry
and then die crumbling along with the remains
of the 50p an hour deck chair
once graced by many a Budleigh derriere

Grand Western Canal

The Grand Western Canal country park weaves its eleven miles through mid Devon from Tiverton right to the border with Somerset. It makes for easy level walking or cycling, with a profusion of wildlife, fishing or even a trip on a horse drawn barge. These are some of the things I saw today.

The Tivertonia looked like it was being prepared for the start of the new season and my photo didn’t turn out well so this is one I found,courtesy of the bbc, of the barge on a summer trip.

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