O Poesy is on the wane

The title is from John Clare’s poem which speaks of regret for the changes that modernity was bringing to his landscape (and to his style of poetry). We photographers often look to the past too, amongst the decayed and derelict, that seem to be hanging on to their histories with a tenacious nobility.

True poesy is not in words,
But images that thoughts express,
By which the simplest hearts are stirred


photos: my favourite wreck on the Deben at high tide, Suffolk; lost property in a Yorkshire park; copper mine engine house and old tree, Bodmin, Cornwall; wartime building Orford Ness, Suffolk; recycled musical instruments art installation, Turner Contemporary, Kent; decayed branch Queenstown NZ: dead wasp in my garden; my favourite wreck on the Deben at low tide;

For her Lens Artists Photo Challenge Tina’s chosen theme is so evocative: “Seen Better Days” 

the ring

How paradoxical!
A seasoned setter of jewels
And no stone setting.*
Desiring other elements
Than coffined earth
Went light-bodied out
To sea. But the gem
Picked out for me
Green-eyed as a jealous god
Still binds, though it sits
Entombed in its velvet box

*within the first year after the passing of a loved one, Jewish mourners and their family gather at the graveside for a ceremony called the unveiling, the placing of the tombstone

Just 44 words for De's quadrille prompt: Stone

wanton as they fall

“The russet, crab and cottage red
burn to the sun’s hot brass,
then drop like sweat from every branch
and bubble in the grass.

They lie as wanton as they fall,
and where they fall and break,
the stallion clamps his crunching jaws,
the starling stabs his beak.

In each plump gourd the cidery bite
of boys’ teeth tears the skin;
the waltzing wasp consumes his share,
the bent worm enters in.”

Apples ~ Laurie Lee

Sunday Sayings – A pick from the poets, writers or scriptures and joining Shadow Shot Sunday too