The old swimming hole
Where we squandered hours as kids
Is rank with putrid scum
This is not your everyday knit-a-hat sort of yarn, at least not in my eyes. It’s a style of hand spinning usually called “artyarn” and the techniques I used were corespinning with cocoons. The fibres in their unspun state reminded me of rank and ruined creeks near industrial estates so the haiku was written to reflect the image I saw in the fibres. I was playing with the notion of “art” and wondered if it was possible to combine poetry with colour and texture. It’s only a beginning – an experiment.
I don’t know – do you think something as taken-for-granted as wool can be something more than just a scarf or a beanie?
Walking back along the track
Longing for icecream.
I love following Sally’s weekly challenge even though I’m not a regular contributor. It’s summer here and we were returning from a bushwalk – a bit hot and tired – when Nature offered us this icecream. Spotting it there on the rock face, low to the ground, brought delighted laughs. Especially because mine usually end up falling apart like this or melted all over my hand because I can’t eat it that quickly. My haiku was scribbled a bit later in the car.
To enjoy some of the other entries to this week’s challenge Sally has them listed on her own post. You’ll also find the programme and the instructions for participating
Just as a a by the bye – I’m hoping to have my new blog ready soon, so I’ll let you know the address when it’s ready.
My poor neglected garden still manages to bloom and the perfume is exquisite – I wonder if we’ll every find a way to share touch, smell and taste, or is it a good thing that they remain truly personal?
Anyway I wish you a wonderful New Year,