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Without getting tedious it's hard to describe how pretty yesterday was, seed heads and pollen drifting everywhere under that impossible sky, and the heat, the heat, the heat!
It was all so very Ridley Scott I'd have barely been surprised if a unicorn turned up followed by a raging Tim Curry. One corner of my garden matched the sky for blue but I couldn't catch it, try as I might.
Did things that were required and thoroughly exhausted myself along the way, as well indulging a habit that's bad for me; far too much wheat over the past 10 days.
R's pretty ill. God, we have had no luck with illness over this year! I don't know if Covid/the vaccine connects into this or if this is just too damp an atmosphere for us. I am also concerned that if things do not improve with antibiotics, the holiday may be out; I'll be fine, happy to take what comes, but R is pretty determined to go and I can feel how much he needs a fortnight of nothing but sun. If we get there, I may have to visit Knossos by myself... it occurs to me that this is what happened last time I was with mates on Crete. Beach in company, town in company, but whenever I enter the home of Minos, I come alone. I'm enjoying the forlorn evocation of those words, and then
Aegeus Aegeus
he sent all those children,
bones and gold and cries
weaving the maze far away
he never heard his tribute
pleading in the dark but his bards
told of the island's monster,
assuaged the wise-browed coward.
Meanwhile the Labyrinth;
Walking a stone road
no footfall's echo
listening for the heavy breath
of a world that traps a bull
to force my flesh in its mouth.
OK, possibly too early in the day for this but there it is. I will come back and rework it or let it be as it is. I named this post Silver Birch and Alkanet because it's a true indication of yesterday's feeling, but the other name of this post is the poem's title.
It was all so very Ridley Scott I'd have barely been surprised if a unicorn turned up followed by a raging Tim Curry. One corner of my garden matched the sky for blue but I couldn't catch it, try as I might.
Did things that were required and thoroughly exhausted myself along the way, as well indulging a habit that's bad for me; far too much wheat over the past 10 days.
R's pretty ill. God, we have had no luck with illness over this year! I don't know if Covid/the vaccine connects into this or if this is just too damp an atmosphere for us. I am also concerned that if things do not improve with antibiotics, the holiday may be out; I'll be fine, happy to take what comes, but R is pretty determined to go and I can feel how much he needs a fortnight of nothing but sun. If we get there, I may have to visit Knossos by myself... it occurs to me that this is what happened last time I was with mates on Crete. Beach in company, town in company, but whenever I enter the home of Minos, I come alone. I'm enjoying the forlorn evocation of those words, and then
Aegeus Aegeus
he sent all those children,
bones and gold and cries
weaving the maze far away
he never heard his tribute
pleading in the dark but his bards
told of the island's monster,
assuaged the wise-browed coward.
Meanwhile the Labyrinth;
Walking a stone road
no footfall's echo
listening for the heavy breath
of a world that traps a bull
to force my flesh in its mouth.
OK, possibly too early in the day for this but there it is. I will come back and rework it or let it be as it is. I named this post Silver Birch and Alkanet because it's a true indication of yesterday's feeling, but the other name of this post is the poem's title.
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