This post is not about poetry (apart from plundering a few words from Dylan Thomas’s most famous poem for a title). It’s my response to winter’s shortening days and low light.
Lately, I’ve craved colour as a substitute for the lack of light. A couple of weekends ago (feeling rather sorry for myself for being too poorly to go on a planned weekend away with my husband) I walked around the garden for a breath of fresh air:
This is not about poetry. It’s pure self-indulgence on the shortest day of the year (and feeling under-the-weather for the third week in a row).
I’ve treated myself to a DVD of this documentary film:
Iris Apfel’s colour and style, at 93, is as enviable as her energy and joi de vivre (to say nothing of her CV).
I’ve recently discovered Anna Parkes’ blog, My Island Style. A 57-year-old (like me) with a love of charity shops and bargain-hunting (me, too), she wears colour fearlessly (yup – in my dreams!).
I’ve followed Textile Treasury from the start. I met Lynne several years ago in the fiddle class at an annual folk music summer school. Between summer schools, we keep in touch via social media. She’s also a talented crafter (Me? I barely know the eye from the point of a needle) and her blog is a horn of plenty for colour-cravers.
Not a poetry post, it’s likely that most readers have not got this far! So here’s a link that includes some poetry:
I discovered CALM THINGS via Antony Wilson’s blog. Canadian writer Shawna Lemay’s Monday blog is a calm and contemplative e-space on the least calm day of my working week. I like the mix of commentary, poetry and photography – yes, there are lots of photographs capturing light and colour, as the eye behind the lens has sought them out, even at a time of year when one has to look harder. A kind of meditation, I guess.
Yesterday necessitated a trip to Asda for new Christmas tree lights. Unlike the loop ones I’ve cursed over for years, these went on like a dream:
I wish you all peace, love and happiness over the festive season.