This morning the air is cold and wide. I believe I can smell the woody sap from the myrtle branch that was snapped by the recent heavy snow fall. The snow saw us choosing to hibernate indoors with only a brief attempt at a snowman. That young person who used to love playing in theContinue reading “PUT THE BACK OF YOUR HAND ON YOUR FOREHEAD AND WIGGLE YOUR FINGERS”
Author Archives: Sue Finch
A HANDSHAKE FOR A CONVERSATION AND THE ICING ON MY STOLLEN
This morning the air is cold and the waxing moon is white against blue. I rather wanted there to be a smell of recent rain in the air even though I am a poet who doesn’t like petrichor, but it is clear and fresh this morning. Alt text says this week’s photo is a pieceContinue reading “A HANDSHAKE FOR A CONVERSATION AND THE ICING ON MY STOLLEN”
POETRY AND PROSE
This morning the air carries the essence of brown leaves. They are there mixed in with the wet yellow on the ground while a few are still to fall from their twigs. Some are holding their shape, and others are beginning to fold and soften. As the sun rises it brings orange and purple. AltContinue reading “POETRY AND PROSE”
OH MY GOURD
This morning the sky holds the grey fizzle of spent firework stars. There is a stillness to the day and it carries an artificial smell that I cannot quite place. Alt Text describes this week’s photo as a plate of candy on a blanket. I say it is: ‘Pumpkin plate with ceramic leaf and ghost,Continue reading “OH MY GOURD”
ONLY TIME
Stones. This morning the slightly warm wind carries the scent of seaside stones. I imagine it blew the smell in overnight when the gusts were strong, but it could be the stones on the paths. I have a love of glasses and cups, and often match the drinking vessel to my mood or a particularContinue reading “ONLY TIME”
A MARMALADE SANDWICH WITH PADDINGTON
This morning the air has been blown to freshness by the strong winds, and I love alt text’s suggestion for this week’s photo: A person sitting on a bench with a bear and a cookie! When I heard that a Paddington Bear bench had been installed in Chester I was excited to go and seeContinue reading “A MARMALADE SANDWICH WITH PADDINGTON”
A GROUP OF FRUIT STACKED ON A GAME BOARD
This morning the air surrounds me with the scent of a newly cooled fridge. There is a cleanness there that matches the sparkle of the three stars I can see in the sky. Alt text says this week’s picture is: a group of fruit stacked on top of a game board. I doff my capContinue reading “A GROUP OF FRUIT STACKED ON A GAME BOARD”
BE MORE JAGUAR
This morning the air seems to hold the scent of violets. Like last week’s scent, I am unsure where this comes from, but I find myself noting it and enjoying the fact that I have been breathing the Monday morning air and noting its smell for 57 weeks. Last night brought immersion in words andContinue reading “BE MORE JAGUAR”
CAN YOU HEAR IT IN THE SILENCE?
This morning the air brings the aroma of what I used to call mouldy mops. Mops that had been in a cleaning cupboard somewhere for too long. Stored away when damp and not aired. The grass is sodden and squelchy, and my body is still slightly tired from a weekend away at a yarn festival.Continue reading “CAN YOU HEAR IT IN THE SILENCE?”
ELEPHANT HAWK MOTH NOT SHOELACE
This morning the air is fresh after the rain. It carries the scent of green leaves. A cockerel, a distance away, crows in the morning while smaller birds sing for the new day in hedgerows nearby. Alt Text says this week’s photo is a caterpillar on a branch. It is. And I have been goingContinue reading “ELEPHANT HAWK MOTH NOT SHOELACE”
Sue Finch 