for a moment
tonight
Gill McGrath
(conversus autem ad aurum rosea)
Tag: hanging about
moon doing a bit of line dancing
Not everyone will know it, but at 3 last night the moon was swinging on the lines above the house opposite and showing off in front of a star filled sky….. and me looking out of the landing window ….. whether he knew it or not! GRM©
high quiet. burnished bits. no bird
tonight. Gill McGrath© 8.15pm.
Avis vigiliae: A Golden Bird sits on the line…
….in purple lit shadows
While the Faerie caravan moves on
Towards some new stopping place.
Dressed up in robes and tiny crowns
These funny flying things
Do hide their wings
So they can pull their toadstool on its course….
Then dragging slow a sort of worn out faerie horse!
Yeah!
Gill McGrath©
By 8 that cloud had turned to this…..
Gloria Patri 2 Gill McGrath© 8.00 tonight
I think the pigeon, still moaning out there may have turned to gold!
Hide & Seek: for grown-ups*
I followed you through the trees
Now I am vanished
Sun scorched
Between fallen leaves
Rain on my face
Rain in my mouth
I am drowning
I hear your voice
When will you find me?
Gill McGrath©
*photo,words coming from the forbidden edge of local golf course!
Gold Wave
Gill McGrath©
sun below looks at bird
on the worshiping line
sitting above still
fascinated ❤
Gill McGrath©
I want a memory like a fish please!
Today, an awful lot of time was spent in the casualty department of the local hospital. It took from 10 this morning till 5 this afternoon before the journey home. All is absolutely OK now, thanks to the wonderful nursing staff and doctors so there really is no need to go on about the details of what happened. Everything is just fine!
But the day has been so long! And there has been an awful lot of sitting around in the waiting room, by a fish tank where some lazy fish continued to swim around and around and around. I thought at one point, with so much time on my hands, I might be able to think of something funny to say later on this blog, about fishes who do nothing but swim around in circles and having short memories. But I can’t think of a single thing….….
GMcG© August 3 2014
building a wigwam. thunder.
suddenly
rain falling
through me Gill McGrath© August 2 Diary
Gill McGrath 