Eliza Daley ~ Wordcraft & Musing on Home & Hope
There was ice on the garden at the beginning of the week. Today, there are snowdrops and crocuses. And honeybees! The bud scales have dropped off the apple trees and the lilacs are beginning to open. I can walk to the mailbox without a coat and I've had the curtains drawn wide all day. I'm… Continue reading The First Flowers of Spring!
The Old Farmer’s Almanac claims that April 5th is Dandelion Day. I’m fairly certain this is not a thing, but it should be. Dandelions are pleasurable in so many ways. Just imagine an early summer lawn dotted with bee-covered smiling suns! And when you need calm, there is nothing better than sitting in the dandelions. In my… Continue reading National Dandelion Day
in this I-am Others outnumber me i breathe green exhalation draw sustenance from soil drink in earth blood my cells are not mine own no boundaries define this body but bound i am in densely woven webs of wonder i need is provided i owe is given and we become one across depths of time… Continue reading bound
he opens his heart to birdsong, feels fizz-prickle of bud fissure — a frisson of eternal expectancy. he hungers for strong summer sun but remains stoic under starlight and spring storm. he yawns limbs unfurled, sends sweet sap down to earth; must pay mycorrhizal newsboys for missed winter tidings — cold comforts for the reluctant… Continue reading the green man goes back to bed
crescent moon virginal knowing smile presses down on western mountains leafless limbs filter sky north wind carries ice-airy memory cuts through dusk like dry thorn arcturus awaits the old one’s return whirling earth rounds the sun skin shivers in anticipation waiting for breath from still slumbering green world come south wind with falling rains and… Continue reading greenleaf moon
It's that wonderful time of year again! The whole month in which I am proud to say that I'm a poet! I've been a writer since I started putting down phonetically scrawled stories at four years old. (My mom has a collection... it's very interesting to see what our language looks like when it's broken… Continue reading National Poetry Month
I wrote this for another All Poetry image-prompt 'contest'. Apologies to the artist, but I don't know where it comes from except 'Pinterest'. Which is hardly satisfactory as a credit. I don't usually put up the image when there is no tracing it, but in this case it is sort of important to the poem's… Continue reading Sunday Poetry for 27 March
These were a couple things that happened this week, inspired by All Poetry contests. I didn't realize there was a theme until this morning... the maiden the damask rose wraps her wolf heart claret core in clenched milky fist this eternal beauty of ephemeral flesh fierce stiletto will guarding petal passions sends call to the… Continue reading Goddess of Spring
It's been an ugly week. So here are some goofy poems to make you smile. Hopefully... Robin L'Green Robin L’Green, that blithesome thief, with arrow and bow he prowled every fief. Took rags from paupers and rings from the rich. Gave each to the other — a convivial switch. Took naught for himself, left naught… Continue reading Divertissement
As February marks the last month in the ancient Roman calendar, the Romans spent their time setting themselves in accord with the world. The 9-day festival of Parentalia begins on 13 February and culminates in the day of Feralia, which began at sundown on the 21st. Parentalia was a sacred time to commune with the… Continue reading Parentalia
By My Solitary Hearth 