Tag: saturday mix

Gaudy hordes

auriculas are strikingly theatrical pimped painted ladies flashing frills and jewelled palettes from stagy shelters; long-stemmed singletons hoisted above fleshy lobes like the auricle of Alpine bears I see them too as tears of heavy-hearted Huguenots – had their only been an oracle there…

Diane’s garden

More than ever it began as a love of labour filling the gaping gap of a gardener a happenstance just then when I’d lost another kind of ardour “Please do what you can with it” she’d asked and left the struggling courtyard in hands…