( This is the closest to heaven I am likely to get for a while… )
One wonderful blue-grey morning
I found by luck
this sacred woodland
Trees so old, they often fall
Revealing an ancient sentinel
Whose roots go deep
This most precious tree
will never die
It lives alongside
An ancient legend after all…
Life’s Rich Tapestry is a collection of verse, micro fiction and short stories that explore many aspects of our human nature and the wonders of the natural world. Reflections on our earliest beginnings and what is yet to come, with characters as diverse as a French speaking elephant and a cyborg warrior.
Finding the right number of syllables for a Haiku, Tanka, Etheree or Cinquain focuses the mind; as does 99 word micro fiction, bringing a different level of intensity to storytelling. You will find stories about the past, the present and the future told in 17 syllables to 2,000 words, all celebrating life.
This book is also recognition of the value to a writer, of being part of a generous and inspiring blogging community, where writing challenges encourage us to explore new styles and genres.
There is such wonderful variety in Life’s Rich Tapestry by Sally Cronin.
A really lovely collection of poems and short stories, all delightfully illustrated.
Always a fan of Sally’s storytelling, I really enjoyed reading this book.
Originally bought as an eBook, I will be purchasing a paperback copy for my bookshelf, so it will always be there to read again (and again!)
For visually challenged writers, the image shows the early morning mists rising over an empty moorland scene beneath a soft pink sky.
Stand still awhile on this empty moorland
Let the silence wash away yesterday
Feel the pull, as if walking backwards
To an old time, an old world
Beneath the soft pink blush of sunrise
Morning mist, the sweet damp kiss of angels
Do you remember when bliss was all you knew?
When you lived in my house…
Yesterday morning, we were in the office working when Anita’s attention was drawn by what looked like a moving leaf on the path outside our window.
Nothing strange about that, I thought but she had to check it out anyway.
Turned out to be a slightly ragged and battered Peacock butterfly. He was staggering around and seemed quite weak, so we lifted him to the table and supplied him with some sugar water.
This seemed to do the trick and he eventually flew away. I wondered how he had become so ragged, as the weather was calm. Maybe he was the kind of butterfly that hibernated, which might explain his condition.
When I googled it, I discovered that Peacock butterflies do hibernate, so mystery solved!
Later on that day, I was confronted by another Peacock butterfly. This time on Sam Allen’s website, Peacock Poetry.
I don’t believe in coincidences, do you?
©Jaye Marie 2020