Octpowrim0 27 is all about seeing, and wants us to write in detail about what we see at this moment. This prompt has resulted in a bit of a rambling free-write, but at least it’s truthful.
Seeing
I see the bread proving,
impatient to taste it dripping with butter.
I see a big stack of Welsh cakes in advance of hungry hordes,
perfuming the house with cinnamon.
A giant cast iron pot full of chicken.
Sweet and savory aromas make me drool.
I see a room full of creativity –
my cooking, my paintings, my patchwork, lace mats.
Jock’s sturdy oak furniture with tapestry backs
his pastel portraits and embroidered people,
camels, birds in flight, sheep.
I see his work-in-progress and mine,
but he, like the piano, is asleep.
A jumble of ornaments, photos, our children and their children –
more of our makes.
tottering piles of books,
a vase of Kupa’s all-seeing tail feathers received yesterday
from my farmy friend Celie in Illinois
I see brief sunlight, gilding the garden, melting the hailstones
lightening the late October gloom.
I feel contentment, despite the aching back.
I hear Handel on the radio, the shush of a page turning when Jock wakes,
the perpetual ringing in my head
and the insistent buzz of the timer calling me to tend the bread.
More pictures of quilts and embroideries can be found in the header bar above.
I always love the way you write of your life! 🙂
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Lovely sights and scents, Viv. I love Jock’s needlepoint.
Pamela
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Sounds like a colorful, aromatic sight with lots of creativity going on…
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Stunning work, and what a welcoming room you describe! ~Lynda
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wow that WIP is awesome…and how cool to be surrounded by so much creativity as well….
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and you are still making me hungry with thoughts of that butter dripping bread and stewed chicken…
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Viv–I love this. You brought me to a room I would want to visit again.
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this poem filled my senses with light and contentment. oh my– the bread,the sleeping piano. wonderful.
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I like what you see, and what you say.
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Love that your received Kupa’s feathers and then included them in a poem and I agree with everyone the needle work is fantastic, and your poem says it all.. comfort, peace and Oh i so wish that i was asleep like the piano too.. my head aches today, i have no idea why.. c
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Poor Celie: you work too hard. Take 5 and recoup your strength.
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thanks for the view. Looks wonderful from here!
And I’m quite envious of the peacock feathers 🙂
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…and in the words of my 11 yr. old daughter, ‘that is really amazing’:) Thank-you again for sharing.
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In the words of my 18 yr. old daughter to Jock’s art, ‘WOW! That is really, really cool’…
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This poem really does make one smile in contentment. I am inspired to start a scent besides coffee in my own kitchen. Also your talent and the picture of Jock’s talent has warmed my heart this cold rainy morning. I enlarged Jock’s picture to study it. Is it stitching. It is STUNNING in its beauty and talent.
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Yes, stitching. It is known here as “peinture avec l’aiguille” (painting with the needle). His most recent finished piece is a portrait of my son’s girlfriend, which you can find here: https://vivinfrance.wordpress.com/jocks-embroideries/weiwei/
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It sounds idyllic, I like your view.
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You see good things!
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