Karenza, Dragons & Bric-a-Brac
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At the Lost Gardens of Heligan
The Art of the Anemone
The Anemone, the Artists Flower Iridescent colours of Mauve, cerise, white and blue Black stamens that sway like a breeze Feathery leaves of bluish green The petals oily texture Melting into the artists' palette Looking like a masterpiece
The Robin, Raisin and Me
The friendly Robin loved the raisin I gave him today We walked the Butlers Path and he hopped all the way I carry raisins for energy and the Robin found energy too So we came full circle, the Robin and me
Heligan - New Years Eve
On a cold and wintry new years' eve Eating home-made buttery tea cakes And warming by a log burner
Our walk will take us by the geese with attitude And technicolour dreamcoat ducks and quite ordinary hens
Through to the jungle, bamboos rustling in the bitter wind Early violets and primroses retracting back into the nearly frozen earth
Catkins, slowly emerging, like hesitant moths
our multi-grained Heligan bread awaiting collection from reception and home for comforting stew
IN WALES
A Dog-grate at Pontrhyd-y-Groes
a portcullis dog-grate nestles in a 50's style fireplace Blue, yellow, green and orange flames dance evocatively through freshly sawn apple wood
A brass coal-scuttle, balances on a fire-grate The fire slowly going to sleep the flames waning into ashes
Barmouth - The Last Inn
A psuedo Tiffany lamp A half eaten bowl of pont neuf chips A dried hop ceiling, above a snug and intimate cafe room
The 15th century 'last inn' for lunchtime scran serenaded by Paolo Nutini was a refuge from the wind and rain
Cwmystwyth Mountain Pass, Afon Elan, Powys
The meandering Afon Elan river took us through the Cymystwyth mountain pass Claerwen, Caban Coch, Pengarrey reservoirs to be our goal
Red kites, ravens, mountain streams and sleet covered hill tops glistened in the early morning sun
a few scattered farms, confused sheep and black horned cattle busily eating the frosted mountain grass
the sun now getting warmer blue sky dotted with grey and white clouds contrasting with greens and yellows of mountain grasses and munched brown heather
IN Cornwall
Pat my Cornish Friend
Pat, my Cornish friend does not sound Cornish at first Until all 'fired up' about all things Cornish strange words trip out of her mouth She hates Asda and St Austell but loves Tesco and Truro she occasionally gets cross with me from 'up country' but neighbours we are (thank goodness)
The Hair Cave
Black towels stacked, pink cushions cosy Tracey and Co busy, the Cornish Hair Company buzzing the new venture at St Dennis, P E R F E C T
The Pink Telephone
Black the new white, white the new black scissors busy snipping and wisping shampoos frothing cleansing and conditioning dryers drying, styling tongs styling pink telephone ringing, T R A C E Y HAPPY
Flowers and Shrubs in the Garden
Forsythia -
Yellow as a canary, its flowers feather-like creeping down the branches one of the nicest things to come out of China
Contorted Hazel -
The contorted hazel winding snakelike through our garden fence leaves, exploding in the warm sunshine straightening the branches into a green haze
Forget-me-nots
The blue sea of small flowers a shell like centre of soft yellow disguises the mass of weeds growing in the bed of pebbles
Our Lovely Gum Tree
The gum tree became too tall for our miniature garden and is now a haven for our small friends
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About the Book
This book has great humour and colour and draws inspiration from evocative emotions and personal experiences from living in the West Country. The Isles of Scilly, Wales, Bric-a-brac - Cornwall, are sources of inspiration for my verses. My poems are part of my everyday life, and follow me where ever I go.
About the Author
She moved to St Austell, Cornwall thirteen years ago after waiting fifteen years to get to Kernow (Cornish for Cornwall) Living in Cornwall's magical presence is so inspirational, with the light and mood around every corner. Also she also had a dream of having her own bed and breakfast, which was realised, and she runs it with her husband Will. It will be her thirteenth year come August 2010, that she first opened. The Lost Gardens of Heligan, is her most precious place, and has inspired some of her poetry. Also her second love, Wales. Hobbies are necessary to her, for expression, cooking, gardening, growing most of her seeds, for flowers and vegetables. She also does free creative embroidery, and she sings in a Ladies Choir. She has had some of her poetry printed in a local newspaper, and wants to write articles, especially on Gardens, and perhaps Cookery, which is one of her passions. She loves making garden designs and mixing flowers and vegetables together. She hopes you enjoy reading these poems, as much as she loved writing them.