Keren Dibbens-Wyatt's Blog, page 32
October 19, 2016
October 12, 2016
Landscape of Love 101: Moonscape
This faraway sea, tranquilly free from water, sits in concave solitude. Without waves and breakers it may do as it pleases, gazing out at the green and the good. Milky marble, Moody’s eye, always revolving in its dark socket and piercing the gloom, never fully silver in truth. Footprints from giant steps still ingrained in unforgiving dust that no breeze sees fit to stir. All breath long gone and flags unfluttering, undecayed. Perhaps it is this unchanged beauty pulling at our tides that makes us long for mooned monotony and perfect glowing skin, ignorant as we are that close to, our spectral sister still suffers the acne of ancient craters and pits, her beauty unmarred by her blemishes, scarred satellite silently singing to the wolves.
© Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2016
Photo from Pixabay
October 7, 2016
Landscape of Love 100: Oasis
Sahara stopover, Gobi getaway, motorway mirage, where the imaginary camels drink their fill, until, running, stumbling upon the reality of dunes we also claim the resting place. Time stops, the news has no outlet here, the world is, albeit for a short while, just you and the sand, you and the cool water. And in the quiet, under the palm trees, the eternity of desert seems a long way off. There is a different way to travel, to drift, and the softest of breezes kicks around in your hair, laughing.
© Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2016
Photo from Pixabay
October 1, 2016
Landscape of Love 99: Botanical Gardens (at Kew)
Living museum, library of seeds, fruit so exotic climbing, pods forming, orchids blooming. Rainforest fronds frolic, unfurling against a glass ceiling that concentrates our puny sunshine into tropical beams. Horticultural multicultural magnificence. Immigrants thrive here, hothoused and cossetted, whilst outside the natives wave lavender lances and mint spears in the fresh English air. Tourists buzz in and out of the flowers, seeing and believing that all can live happily together in tempered, temperature-controlled glass houses and luscious lawns, if all stones are used only for drainage, and writing in the sand, never, ever, for throwing.
© Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2016
Photo from Pixabay
September 24, 2016
Heavenly Haiku 8
In honour of my new niece Felicity Autumn, arrived today…..
September 20, 2016
Landscape of Love 98: Poppy Field
Yellow bricks just visible if you stand and look at your ruby boots, rapidly disappearing now under the blanket of snow that swirls in flurried flakes, mini-cyclones like the one that brought you here, so long ago. And the way is lost now and the cold soporific sleeting sways itself down in tiny feathered hammocks brushing your weary skin. Sleep is called for, and a soft silent space, where dreams may dare to shine rays into reposing forms. The red softened to pink blooms by tears, by failing strength, and slowly, one by one, we fall down and are covered.
© Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2016
Artwork by and © Bev Wilson, used with permission.
September 17, 2016
Heavenly Haiku 7
This one comes to wish my darling husband Rowan a very HAPPY BIRTHDAY! xxx
