The Paragram Chapbook Challenge – submissions by 30th June 2015

The Paragram Chapbook Challenge – submissions by 30th June 2015.

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Drizzle

raindrops collage

I love rain – real horizontal rain, but drizzle! Drizzle by contrast is grey and invasive. It creeps in and dampens your hair and your shoulders before you even realise its raining at all. It lurks in the grey air and gives no sense of falling, it just is.

It is almost-rain, notquiterain, wishitcouldrain and so today I set out to find an upside to drizzle.

There is no feeling of battling with the elements, no associated excitement, no puddles to straddle or floods to fear. And yet, here hides magic if only we could lift ourselves out of the greydrizzlyfunk to find it.

Remember to wear a coat because you will get wet…and then go nose to nose with your garden plants. Home in on a petal here, a bud there, a leaf, a stem, a berry. Look closely.

Close enough to see featherlight drizzle settle gently.

Watch as it rolls sedately across a petal to gather in slow s l o w drop on sepal-end. Find the mini-puddles held by leaf, or the tiny streamlets meandering through the late-summer greenery. See as dahlias dip their blowsy heads to tip the water in a steady drip-drop-drip to the thirsty earth beneath.

And if you are lucky, catch the action with your camera – be it fancy SLR or quickpic mobile phone. Find the magic and use it to spin drizzle from damp invader to joyous autumn visitor.

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Big Balls

Big Balls.

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Big Balls

Fitness ball

No – I am not being rude, but I had the funniest one-to-one Pilates class last week…my first encounter with a session including a big exercise ball.

Until six months ago I was walking with a stick and was diagnosed with a spinal condition…as well as the ME I have had for ten years now. This seemed to be a straw to far. I was stumbling my way around a garden centre when I came upon a wooden pavilion. Not so unusual except that this was being used by a Pilates and Sport’s Massage guy…I knocked on his door and literally have not looked back since.

It was a case of the right thing at the right time. Having spent all my adult life playing a team game of one sort or another from County netball to National league volleyball, to be struck with ME was bad enough, but then to find my left leg no longer responded because of nerve damage due to spinal deterioration had made me angry beyond words…and I poured this all out … only to be told quite calmly by H (as I shall call him) ‘I can help’.

I didn’t believe him of course, but after the endless struggle with doctors, surgeons and everything medical in between – most of whom laugh when I talk about the ME diagnosis – his words were balm to my soul.

The first massage was agony – the first pilates class ended in tears as my body refused to respond to even the most basic of commands – believe me, rolling from my back to my front was a herculean task and standing up from the floor needed a helping hand. But we persevered – he with calm assurance, me with gritted teeth and anger as my spur.

So here I am, six months later, rollicking around atop a large exercise ball! I can throw it and catch it with my feet as I lie prone, I can balance across it on my tum and keep my body in a straight horizontal line and I intend, perhaps in another six months to kneel on it with perfect balance.

My walking stick gathers dust at the back of the hall cupboard. My anger is abating as I once again begin to command my legs with confidence to step, to twist, to kick and, very soon, to run.

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Poetry in the Garden

PiG 2014Affectionately tagged PiG, Poetry in the Garden for 2014 begins on 6th Aug at 1.30 in the writing garden in Surrey.

I have already ordered the weather to be fine but not too hot so we can keep our focus on the poetry rather than wilting in the heat.

This year I have a cunning plan to devise four workshops which encompass form, literary devices and structure as well as pure poetic joy using a poem by a different established (though not necessarily dead) poet as our starting point each week.

If this appeals to you, send me an email or a comment to this post and I will let you have contact details so you know how to find me…I will be snoozing in the garden awaiting your nudge!

 

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Today the garden is pink

Pink garden

 

Today the garden is pink.

Early summer is the best time for my garden as there is still enough moisture in the sandy soil to keep everything looking fresh. I can even kid myself that the I have a lawn – later in the year it is a bleached expanse of dried vegetation.

I have large island beds and I mulch and mulch but it is very hard to combat the sandy soil. Should a rabbit choose to burrow in a flower bed (and they do, Jack Russells notwithstanding) the displaced soil would not look out of place on a beach.

I have a rule of thumb for the plants in my garden –  if a plant dies I do not attempt to grow that particular plant again. Also, once a plant is established I do not water. Maybe this means I have a lot of similar plants in the borders but on days like this, with the sun shining, a light breeze dancing through the trees and the soil still retaining a little moisture, everything looks amazing.

I have my fingers crossed that it will look as good for the Poetry in the Garden course I am running in August…though for that to be the case I would have to wish for rain  – therein lies the dilemma.

For now it is enough that I can enjoy this blush of colour – an ideal prompt to write…

 

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and after the goldfish…?

cosmeticsI am pleased to report that the saggy bags under my eyes are holding up well. I can downface-dog and shoulder-bridge with the best of them and still see what is going on. But what, I wonder does the future hold?

While ‘the wedding’ was coming up I was happy to add face cement, creams, pastes, powders and all manner of lotions to my armoury for ‘the photos’. I scrubbed and smoothed and splashed. Rubbed and pinched and puffed. And yes, I felt as though it was working…I felt good.

But now, as I survey my once beautifully clear dressing table with its jumble of pots and tubes and brushes and bits that I often ponder for clues then put down still not knowing what they are for…and as I think about the lack of bags I ask, is this the way it will always be?

Gone are the days of a quick splosh about in a basin of warm water, or face up under the shower head. I find I am scared – is that too strong a word? Well, mildly concerned at least, that if I suddenly stop with the routine – which I might add also puts paid to my ten minute dash from duvet to front door – my face may fall off!

NB the religious icon beside the mirror is a belt and braces thing!

 

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