This poem by William Allingham was shared by Tom Rogneby this morning, and I was quite taken with the imagery and enchantment of it, so I am sharing it here!  Fairies Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren’t go a-hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good folk, Trooping all… Read More Fairies

Art, poetry


  It’s only a leaf. It was only a few moments, in the shade. It was only a short wait. It was only a pen, and paper, and the delicate fernlike leaf of the Daucus carota and inspiration…  And then it was unfinished.  Joyfully.  Abandoned.  In favor of the company of love.  And now it… Read More Unfinished

love, poetry, writing

Woodsmoke and Violets

There was a meme going ‘round on social media recently I shared, because I liked it. It described a person’s traits in evocative words and terms, asking ‘what fits you best?’ with header words like woodsmoke, ink, saltwater, and such-like. My First Reader looked at it and pointed out that most of the sections were… Read More Woodsmoke and Violets

exploration, Photos, poetry

Fallen Ruin

I met a traveller from an antique land, Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive,… Read More Fallen Ruin

Musings, poetry

Rush, rush, rush

I’m hoping my post at the Mad Genius Club today is reasonably coherent. I was in a mad rush to finish it, get one daughter to work, and then come home to get the other daughter and take her to work! Rushing, rushing… and today, which originally was mostly planned as a rest plus housework… Read More Rush, rush, rush