Cherry blossom this afternoon in Faraday square. The sun shone and the sky remained blue. Even in the shade, I wasn't cold. I liked the volume of the blossom in the crown, and the accompanying bouquet sprouting from the base of the trunk. I also liked the line of white houses beyond, and the little blue car in the shade. I left this unfinished because I had to get home for tea before going out again to Ouse Muse in the Eagle Bookshop. Martyn Crucefix was reading his poetry. His verse is meditative - investigating the animate and silent world for its voice and messages. Birds and bees rev like engines but then the similarities begin to stall. In deft, advancing couplets, Martyn peels back appearances to reveal an intelligent design of life (and death) beneath. The world of the water-lily is free of human pettiness and persecution. It does not share our dim concerns of mortality, but is reconciled to live between air, water and rebirth. Reminded me of Louise Gluck. Wonderful. |