swamps and floodplains
the carved basalt head
covered in wool

swamps and floodplains
the carved basalt head
covered in wool

strong current
a chunk of earth floats out
to sea

morning post
scent of the letter marked
X

dense thicket
the wounded doe runs
for cover

water meadows
a frog I don’t know
answers my croak

late sunset
waiting to release
the balloons

for your journey …
we fold your dreams
under your pillow

summer solstice
I pick flowers
for my hair
.
(Photo: laying out the wool before wet felting)

Fata Morgana
the drift
to the unknown

tricks of the light …
above and below
the horizon

silk threads—
we are in this
together

the baby
unfurling her fists …
peony buds

her first vowels
the way she says
"aah"

fiery sunset—
rock pools filling up
with night

daisy meadow —
how to get the right
answer

city lights …
after a while
the glare

sudden squall —
I search for the right colour
wool

reshaping
my Aegean dream …
waves at noon

balloons
the many shapes
of a cure

Pentelic marble –
shape of a long forgotten
dream

among the daisies
plucking the last petal …

toy factory …
the polar bear cub’s
dark side

evening chill
.
how the moon shrinks
and shakes …
Nasa news

rainy Sunday
the espresso maker babbles
and spurts

filling in
the missing parts …
random thoughts

(The felting image is work in progress)
noon at the beach
the crunchy sound of
my keyboard

hour by hour
the day gathers pace . . .
falling petals

waiting
for his felted bear …
the house cat

morning routine
the way I put myself
together

edge of the moor …
the balance between
wild and tame
