There are so many nifty bits to this blogging business and yesterday my ideas were too big for my boots. I have added a ‘ Home’ page, not once, but twice. It is the same page, but there are two links to it on the banner. I have no idea how to sort this out – yet.
The other downside of this, apart from looking a bit silly, is that anyone who has subscribed to the blog now seems not to be able to get to the posts. Perhaps the answer is to re-subscribe to the ‘Posts’ page…I hope that will work.
Talking of big ideas, I was amazed to discover, ( thanks to a comment on ‘Poetic Pomegranates from D), the importance of the pomegranate crop as an indicator of the market for produce in Afghanistan. Also found a charity that works to help farmers swap from poppy growing to pomegranate farming (link below on Blogroll)- brilliant.
My original poem referred to the ambivalence of the fruit…the contrast between the look of its skin and the jewels of fruit within; the fruit’s inner beauty and its taste; the contrast between the bitter experience of tasting its fruit and the sweetness of it when it is juiced; the fact that it stains fingers with a nasty nicotine- yellow, and that my father, many years ago grounded me for smoking when in fact all I had been doing was eating pomegranates on the way home from school.
I have since discovered that it has various mythological meanings too – literally can depict heaven or hell. I will link this with the replacement of the Afghan poppy crop with pomegranates.
Definitely a poem here and all from an exercise on the colour yellow and a childhood memory about pomegranates.!
It’s ok Sally. I’m still subscribed and can get to the daily posts from the Posts option on the menu bar. It is just one extra click – it’s a design feature as my husband (a software developer) would say. Can’t wait to hear your poem. Meanwhile I’m working on what I can get out of Yellow myself. There’s nothing like an afternoon off work to get the creative juices flowing!
Oh great. I’m so glad I didn’t mess anything up. The one thing I miss about going out to work is that marvellously illicit joy of day time at home when most people are hard at work. Enjoy!