The Last Free Form Friday

Life will use the air abused by ill words as offerings for trees who paint our futures with their leaves.   Happy Friday Everyone, This post is later than originally planned but as a Brit going through the chaos of Brexit whilst processing a few things in my own life, I’m going to forgive myself. …

Returning

sweetened seeds in sheaths,

spring’s tunic dressed in

last sun’s poppies,

twelve moon pirouettes since

we consumed these;

Sand Treads

Tracking the lost ones I listen to the desert where the sands tread us.   Antonia Sara Zenkevitch  

Dragon Thaw

The winter stretched like Ouroboran tail,

Thus, the rider sought the dragon

Iron Scale beneath her bridge

“we need your breath of fire

For life to prevail,”

The rider said.

One roar,

Spring.

Hope, Recycled

        a revolution in growing, cooking, packing a packet of crisps, who’d think it; a salty snack could save the world in small ways; solutions from re-thinking how crisps were packaged, no plastic, each compostable packet eco, logical, inside, taste, all natural, renewable energy supply, well grown ingredients from one locality blended…

#FreeForm Friday Round up and Prompt

  Hello all, Below is the wonderful round-up of last week’s #FreeFormFriday prompt, exploring the art of free form and combined form. Many thanks to contributors. Apologies for being slightly delayed today, life overtook events. From now on I’ll be running this fortnightly. If you would like to join in I’d love to hear from…

The Blooming

Transparent petals

Offer nectar to the wings,

Stalks direct the globe.

Note to Self

A wry note to self; when the words swim before you stop typing, just stop.   Antonia Sara Zenkevitch

Once in Tranquil Calm (#writephoto)

Where I was once in tranquil calm

Amid the greens, where waters flow

In long-lost summers’ timeless balm,

In soft repose, so long ago …