The Wasp
I wandered lonely as a wasp, who cannot find her feet
For every time she tries to land upon a tasty treat,
Waving hands and tempers flared, thwart her simple plan;
She only wants to settle down and feast upon some jam.
Florence Meade
Things I Make and Do
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August 31, 2014
August 15, 2014
Talk
I really wish people could stop
Popping their own clogs
Or trying to pop their own clogs
By jumping from things or under things or into the sea
Or by other means
Things must feel terribly bad
Far and away beyond sad
With really no fun left to have
To End yourself quietly but violently; then finally
Be silent.
Third suicide in a year
I should put in a line about tears
For the sake of a rhyme?
No, the tears are not mine
They are shed by those closest, most dear
August 10, 2014
He Said
“I don’t know what else I can say,
I could hang on the ‘phone anyway
And just listen to your static.”
I’m ecstatic
July 27, 2014
Lovely
Today my heart feels full, like a comb full of honey
Swollen like a harvest moon it presses on my chest
Making my breaths short and my temperament cross
Anxiety looms
Hope that is slightly less bad now?
June 21, 2014
Lakenheath Fen and Marsh Harrier
On a windy April day with sunny spells we watched Marsh Harriers through our binoculars.
A Marsh Harrier, my contribution to Cambridge Community Quilt.
Marsh Harrier painted at school after work experience at Wicken Fen.
May 28, 2014
New pot – Blue Brown
This pot was shaped and textured to look like fungus. Two glazes were applied at different concentrations with brush strokes to flow with the texture on the surface. Solid blue colour was applied inside.
May 17, 2014
Pots at home
This large white coil pot is shown on the table with my Broadstairs Pottery lamp and an earthenware fired fruit bowl that I made at school. The pot is inspired by fungus; it has a frill about 3″ from the top and shiny glaze dripped down the outside like slime. Of course when filled with pink tulips it looks perfectly demure!
Florence Meade 