Day: March 15, 2023

Farm at Watendlath by Dora Carrington

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Farm at Watendlath by Dora Carrington

Farm at Watendlath
1921
Landscape
Oil on Canvas
Collection of the Tate, United Kingdom

Carrington’s subjects were mostly intimate portraits and landscapes during the late 1910s. ”Farm at Watendlath” depicts Watendlath Farm, near Keswick in the Lake District, England, where she and her husband had spent a holiday with their friends in 1921. Especially poignant and meaningful to Carrington as it was whilst on this trip she met the writer Gerald Brenan who became one of her lovers. Typical of Carrington’s landscape paintings the image of the small farm creates a sense of intimacy and pleasant escapism.

Dora Carrington 1893-1932

Dora Carrington
The Bloomsbury Group Artists, Proto-Feminist Artists
Born: 29 March 1893, Hereford, England
Nationality: British
Died: 11 March 1932, Newbury, England

Carrington was a painter and decorative artist, associated with members of the Bloomsbury Group, especially the writer Lytton Strachey. She was known simply by her surname as she considered “Dora” to be vulgar and sentimental

Volcanic Fireburst Notes

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Created by: Jose Rizal M. Reyes
Structure: Three quatrains and a couplet
Meter: Pentameter or decasyllabic
Rhyme Scheme: abba ccDD eeDD ff, D lines are feminine rhyme

Example

Barefoot Youth by Larry Eberhart

In summertime I never would wear shoes
unless I hiked the rocky mountainside,
and nearly all my time was spent outside,
and shoes I’d choose most happily to lose.

My preference helped mother make ends meet
I felt no anguish playing in bare feet.
My family had its very own depression
and bought me shoes when school began its session.

I felt a pride in having feet so tough,
(it proved that I was made of sterner stuff.)
When roads of tar got hot there was no question,
I’d stand on them to make a deep impression.

My feet today have nothing wrong at all
though other parts succumb to aging’s call

Murmurs

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Murmurs
Form: Haibun

Sitting beneath the arch of sweet, scented jasmine the hot summer night murmurs with memories. Gentle breezes once kissed by the sea wistfully cool the sultry air. Still the night is heavy with emptiness as the pen struggles for simple words.
only love echoes
across a dark summer’s night
poet can but weep

©JezzieG2023

Fairground by Simply Red

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Fairground
Album: Life
Date: 1995
Genre: Alternative/Indie
Artist: Simply Red

Simply Red

Simply Red is a soul and pop band formed in Manchester, UK in 1985. Mick Hucknall, the lead singer, and songwriter is the only original band member left. The band has had several songs reach the UK top 10, including “Holding Back the Years” and “If You Don’t Know Me by Now.” Simply Red’s album “Stars” is one of the best-selling albums in UK chart history

The Pink Glove

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The Pink Glove
Form: Flash Fiction

I had fallen in love with the old house the day I viewed it. For the last 30 years, it had stood empty and neglected. Now it was for sale. Sat in a garden gone wild and with an interior showing its age – I loved it. My offer had been accepted and after some months of renovations, I had moved in. That winter I made my house my home – arranging furniture and placing bits and bobs from boxes here and there.

The weekend I was determined to tackle the wilderness of the garden. Shrubs and brambles had run their own riot – I wondered if there was room for a lawn under all that. I started at the doors that opened out onto the garden from the living room. Several hours of hard graft and as men bin bags of garden overgrowth later I was stood on the makings of a patio – absolutely knackered.

I sat on the doorstep with a mug of coffee looking at the grubby curvy paving. From the doors, it spread out in a circular shape. A bit of a power shower would soon clean it up. I was thinking how good it would look when it caught my eye. A glimpse of dirty pink poked out from beneath one of the curving bricks. I thought it was a flower reaching for light and briefly forgot about it.

Briefly, it didn’t take long for my brain to realize a delicate little flower would have been suffocated by the overgrowth years ago. I went over to investigate. Close up I could see it was fabric and not a flower. I needed to lift that brick to get it out.

Easing up the brick so I could put it back I found the pink glimpse was the fingertip of the glove, a delicate soft leather lady’s glove. It was intact and still on the hand of its owner. Naturally, I called the police. It didn’t take them long to recover the human remains from beneath the patio.

A woman in her thirties they think, but its hard to tell as she has been lying under my patio for decades

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Dreams (RDP)

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Inspired by and written for Ragtag Daily Prompts – my thanks to Punam

Definition: Dreams – n. a series of thoughts, images, and sensations occurring in a person’s mind during sleep

Synonyms: fantasy, nightmare, vision, hallucination, reverie, trance, haze

Form: The Fib

dreams
thoughts
visions
recalling
or foretelling days
what was and what could be entwined
or simply hallucinations within a trance state

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Gripe (YDWP)

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Inspired by and written for Your Daily Word Prompt – my thanks to Sheryl

Definition: Gripe – v. complain about something in a persistent, irritating way

Synonyms: complain, grumble, moan, groan, protest, whine, bleat

Form: Gogyohka

the tummy grumbles it’s hungry
protesting the diet
I moan my jeans are too loose
but medics bleat again
body mass still overweight

©JezzieG2023