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Harriet-Jacqui xx
1 week, 6 days ago

I love the chill of this poem – if you’re not a fan of Kate Bush do listen to Under Ice on The Hounds of Love album!
- redzone
  1 week, 6 days ago
  
  Thanks HJx, for the sweet comment and for the the Kate Bush mention. I will definitely go listen. I actually do like the few songs I have heard from her. As well as her duet with Peter Gabriel on “Don’t Give Up”.
  - Harriet-Jacqui xx
    1 week, 5 days ago
    
    You’re welcome – enjoy Kate! “Waking the Witch” from the same album inspired me to write Heathen, the opening tale in Basque Love Stories. It’s here on Starsrite, too, live, featuring sensational young actress Isla Furl as Julia. Enjoy!
Curly Grace
1 week, 6 days ago

Such a vivid, haunting piece. I love how it moves from ice to fire with such ease. Beautifully done.
- redzone
  1 week, 5 days ago
  
  Thanks Curly Grace. Your comment is appreciated, as are you and your poetry.

Harriet-Jacqui xx
1 week, 6 days ago

Aw, I can smell the corn popping from here – a really atmospheric poem.
- Willow
  1 week, 5 days ago
  
  Thank you 😊 I make popcorn every week, never recapture those moments but it brings back the memories
redzone
1 week, 5 days ago

Willow, I make the popcorn the same way your grandmother did, 3 quart pot, melt the butter and mix. But I must confess, the popcorn goes in a big bowl and I eat it all from there. Thanks for sharing the popcorn….er… I mean the poem. ;0) -Curt
- Willow
  1 week, 5 days ago
  
  There were a minimum of a dozen of us at that table. There would have been no room for a big bowl. I’ve never seen a bowl the size she used for the popcorn since then. I use an air popper but yes, it goes in a bowl and it’s all mine too. 😊

redzone
2 weeks, 1 day ago

Hi Curly Grace. It’s amazing how someone occupies our minds. There they are, whether we want them there or not. Hopefully, your “Dandelion” is a welcomed “weed”.
- Curly Grace
  2 weeks, 1 day ago
  
  Thank you, Redzone. I wrote this in 2011. So, the “weed” has been pulled out, lol, quite some time ago. Made way for better flowers though…
  - redzone
    2 weeks, 1 day ago
    
    Better flowers, that’s the best thing about “weeding”. More colorful too, I’ll bet.
Harriet-Jacqui xx
2 weeks ago

Brilliantly expressed – I must weed my garden after that, before your poem infests my mind! HJx
- Curly Grace
  2 weeks ago
  
  Thank you, Harriet‑Jacqui. May your garden stay clear, and your kindness keep blooming.
  - Harriet-Jacqui xx
    2 weeks ago
    
    Between writing and marketing my books, I grow-my-own fruit & veg on a plot next to the forest, the village cricket pitch and tennis club. Weeding my plot is just like painting The Forth Bridge (in Scotland , I live in England). As soon as I finish weeding it’s time to start all over again!

redzone
2 weeks, 1 day ago

In Indigenous culture and belief, no one owns the land, we inherit it and are part of it and must share and protect it, leaving it in better shape for future generations. I think this is a much better culture, belief, and morality than what we have in today’s world. I like your poem because it points to this kind of understanding. A very fitting…Read More
- Fia Naturie
  1 week, 5 days ago
  
  Thank you Curtis;))

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