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Wednesday, October 3

A Poem for Thursday


Minack




I watch gannets
swoop and circle
long-winged seagulls
silver glinting
searching the ocean
skimming atlantic
sea harrying
rising on thermals
then
wings folded
fall
like a stone
like a harpoon
like macbeth's dagger
heart piercing


This is for dVerse week 64...my favourite poetry site!...but also for National Poetry Day on Thursday so quite thrilled that I@ve always called my poetry "A Poem for Thursday".....
(I was born on a Thursday!) ...........

...............oh how I love that thought!

Tuesday, August 23

Much Ado at Minack!

I had such a great birthday in Cornwall this year...
...a new camera from the potter....
....a tripod and some filters for the new camera  from the family of Amelies House...
...a painting from Confusionosity of Life granddaughter...
...smellies and chocs and beads and all sorts of goodies from the other four gorgeous gussies called granddaughters!
...and two tickets to go to Minack Theatre near Lands End to see Much Ado About Nothing
from the Spice Works son and family!

Magic!



The scene was set in the 2nd world war...so the watch were dad's army, Beatrice and others were land girls, and the princes followers were Polish airmen.


Apart from the play, what a view out over the Atlantic. I almost felt that I could "Yoohoo" over the water to any lovely blogpals out there across the pond on the east coast"!


I couldn't believe that anyone would rather read a book than either see the play or view the sea....
...but hey whatever makes for a good day!


Benedict hides in the Punch and Judy tent and hears what he wants to hear about Beatrice!
Don Pedro, Claudio and Leonato.


All rounded up with a Cornish clotted cream tea with scones and strawberry jam...what could be better!

Monday, August 22

Martin Creed at Tate St. Ives.

Just back from a week in the glorious south...the end of the land...in fact Land's End and all that!
Lots of lovely photos ...but I really wanted to start again with the visit to Tate St. Ives. and the show put on by Martin Creed.
Art from air!
We loved it...so did all the children who experienced it!



The potter is used to dealing with earth and fire... not air....


....going under!....


...."I may never emerge from this art"!


...gone and never called me mother...as Terry used to say!....


...look out, something is emerging out of the chaos...



...looks like her hair has a life of it's own...



..."where am I?"....


"what did you find crawling around on the floor?"

Fantastic...good old Martin Creed, he always comes up with something to get us talking...and usually laughing as well.


This is taken in the round window at the front of the gallery and it shows the scene outside looking like an expressionist painting.

Lovely St. Ives
 and great Tate.