this lady spent two days bellowing
and part of one night
i'm sure it had to do with losing her calf
or wanting to be bred
it's all about sex says my friend
there were dozens of these on the roadside
the same places where the snappers might lay in june
fruit of the land
this wonderful russet stone
is sharp
on its edges
silk
i've been playing with
a cloud
ephemeral
strong
like families facing loss
~~~
i've been weaving
I often hear the cows bellowing from yonder farms. Its strange cause it sounds like its coming from the forest... is that flint?
ReplyDeletev, i *think* it's flint, but i don't know for sure. it's sharp!
ReplyDeletesex, stone, weaving. all is well.
ReplyDeletej, all is very well!
ReplyDeleteWeaving is alive. Still grieving...two more joined our little group.
ReplyDeleteV- have to almost agree with Jude - sex, stone, weaving but can we add bread, cheese and red wine? The photos of the silk are so delicate and ethereal. Go well and continue to see the beauty around us. B
ReplyDeleteagree w. barry. and let's not forget silk please. and indigo and....
ReplyDeletethat silk is lustful. gauze or georgette?
cait, thank god for you and the group, but geeze.
ReplyDeletebarry, and white, please? can't help but see--
neki, the silk is that crepey kind (i can never remember the right names for silk), not gauze.
Velma I love your playing with a cloud - so perfect - and we too have cows nearby and that's what we're told as well about the bellowing.
ReplyDeleteI am sorry for your sadness and the losses you have experienced; so tough, but as B says may we still see the beauty that is around us. And Yes white is fine too!
fiona, you are so very kind. yes to white silk
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