Florence Meade

Things I Make and Do

Tag: Sketch

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

Let me know if you’d like to just sit back and watch the occurrence in silence…



Engines groan, urging and streets sigh
Fight and win or lose and die
White frames and harsh lights for the new under glass
Dirty mouths and dark shadows for the old in the underpass
Bodies sat in chairs, chattels hanging, wired in
No-one knows the future but they keep on spinning
Vigilant faces scan the melee
Empty hearts that make their way
Check in on themselves once in a blue moon
How do you feel? Who are you?

Lakenheath Fen and Marsh Harrier

On a windy April day with sunny spells we watched Marsh Harriers through our binoculars.

01 Lakenheath Fen with Lata, Pad and Tom

A Marsh Harrier, my contribution to Cambridge Community Quilt.


Marsh Harrier painted at school after work experience at Wicken Fen.


Black Urn

Black Urn

I admit I’m getting too much mileage out of old stuff recently (this is from 1995) but I am posting this to set the bar; I really want to get back into regular practice with water colours.