The Hare that Lops.

Excitement mounts

The poet’s house

Camera at the ready

Miss not one thing

Not one moment

Not one significant symbol

Then …click.

Out he ran fast

Out from the flowers

Out of the ring of wood

The sculptures of iron

The redeemed of the shingle.

Out he speed

And I feared I had lost him.

There in the corner of my eye

To the left of my sight

To the safety of the gorse

He ran barrel-lunged

Longlegged

Muscle thighed.

And I am left panting

With eyes bulging

And voice screaming

“A hare…a hare!”

Tearing over the rough ground

Away from the poet’s house

Then…click.

Only later do I find

The faithfulness of the camera

With a faster lens that mine

Caught him

Ears high

Eyes staring

Feet fleeting

Disappearing

And I smile.

A little quote from ..."derek jarman's garden"
 "The rabbits have gone - I'm happy about that, but welcome the hare that lops past. A hare is the queer animal of myth, and my, they go fast."


This is linked up to dVerse open link night week 52...congratulations on a whole year of poetry!

Winner!!

I can't believe that I have been picked to win a necklace from the beachshackproject.blogspot.co.ukwhose blog I follow!

I just don't win things!

Well actually...now it seems I do.

I love the stuff that they make. It's all made from sea glass and other beach cast-ups. Something I love anyway and have collected myself since the Ballyferris days of my youth.

Hurray!!

The Tennis Cake

How exciting was that match yesterday!

 Now I'm not in any way sporty.

I deeply disappointed my dad who assumed that as I had long legs I was sure to win the annual school races...sorry ...no.

And when it came to hockey...I was always on the wing...shivering.

No it was never because of any deep sporty longings that I started this annual bake up, rather  the purchase of a cook book from M and S and a way of making some thing from not much!

It was the year of the Queen's first big jubilee and Virginia Wade was in the final and lo and behold she won!!

So the tradition was started.

The next year, the names of the two finalists went on to the cake at either end and the loser was eaten first!

As simple as that.

Well the two junior Snapes have left and now have their own homes, families and traditions

But I decided to bake  a tennis cake this year .

We took it up to the northern family yesterday to eat it in front of their bigger t.v.!

Hmmm! ...we ate Murray first!...but boy did he put up a good fight!

Then on my posts...up came a wonderful pic from the southern daughter...the painter of cakes... and a grand tennis cake!

have a little look at http://amelieshouseblogspot.co.ukhttp://amelieshouseblogspot.co.uk

Of such things memories are made.

Love it!!