Still Waters

I went down to my favourite spot by the river

It is where I always go 

When my soul needs refreshment 

Still waters

Calm my emotions 

 And the smell

Of water and 

The fragrance of trees

Awakens my senses 

And lifts my spirits 

There is nothing like being in Nature

When you need space 

To think and breathe 

© Caro Ness 2016

Photo used by kind permission of +laughing waters

You 

My love, you are my one and only,

My world begins and ends with you,

I love each little thing about you,

Everything you say, you do.

We met first across the ether,

And yet I knew your very soul,

Your gentle touch, I crave so much,

Began to make me whole.

I am your greatest work of art,

Because you forged me quite anew,

So I repeat, I am complete,

Because I’m loved by you. 

© Text Caro Ness 2016

© Photo Anthony Fawkes

Paint!

Paint on chin

And paint on nose,

All over fingers,

Hands and clothes.

A painting’s never quite begun,

Unless there’s paint on everyone! 

© Caro Ness 2016

Painting is used by kind permission of +karen hayward​ who also set this #poetsprompt 

Marvellous Miss Potter

The fact is that I share my birthday,

With a woman incredibly brill!

She’s an author, an artist,

She’s simply the smartest,

I adore her and I always will.

She wrote of the wonderful Pigling Bland,

Samuel Whiskers and all of his tricks,

She wrote them as pieces,

For nephews and nieces,

The incomparable, marvellous Beatrix*!

*I was born rather more recently,

Beatrix Potter? 1866.

In an age when a girl had to marry,

She forged a fantastic career,

More keen on creatures and the paints she could carry,

Than convention or social niceties, I fear! 

She fell for her publisher, Norman Warne, 

Who, adoring, was oft at her side,

But her parents, who doubted him,

Made her pledge three months without him,

And during that time Norman died.

Broken-hearted, Beatrix left town for the country,

To a place she had always adored,

And with the help of Norman’s sister, Millie,

Her equilibrium was slowly restored.

She bought Hill Tops and numerous other farms,

In the Lake District, to which she had fled, 

Instead of mass decimation,

And complete desecration,

She saved them for the nation instead. 

She married William, a friend from her childhood,

A Yorkshireman, wise and robust,

When she died, she left William a fortune **,

All else to the National Trust.***

© Caro Ness 2016

© Photo: Renee Zellwegger as Beatrix Potter in the film Miss Potter – Momentum Pictures 


** £211,638 – the equivalent of £8 million today 

*** The National Trust preserves and protects historic places and spaces for the public in perpetuity 

Cobwebs Over The River

We were boating

Slowly,

Up the river, 

And were passing 

The Ali Centre, 

In Louisville, Kentucky,

When we disembarked,

And I took a snap 

Of the bridge

Across the river,

Which resembled 

Steely cobwebs unfurling,

Against a backdrop 

Of the setting sun.

© Caro Ness 2016

© Photo reproduced by kind permission of +Priya Patel 

The Cruise 

The Cruise
It was early in the morning 

The sun was already high

Giving a high gloss

To everything 

We went down to the dock

And there she was

Our cruise boat

Painted a dazzling yellow 

Which somehow lifted our spirits

A metaphor for 

Our sense of anticipation 

And of adventure 

For the journey ahead

And our sight and swim

With the dolphins 

© Caro Ness 2016

© Photo reproduced by kind permission of +Laughing waters

Instagram: http://www.instagram.com/jpolamzking

The Cruise

It was early in the morning 

The sun was already high

Giving a high gloss

To everything 

We went down to the dock

And there she was

Our cruise boat

Painted a dazzling yellow 

Which somehow lifted our spirits

A metaphor for 

Our sense of anticipation 

And of adventure 

For the journey ahead

And our sight and swim

With the dolphins 

© Caro Ness 2016

© Photo reproduced by kind permission of +Laughing waters​​​​​​​

Instagram: http://www.instagram.com/jpolamzking

Time Out Love London Awards- The Best Restaurant In Sydenham

I have 2 hats: poet/writer and restaurant owner. Today’s post is about La Petite Bouchee.
Anita-Clare Field cooks the most glorious food on a gas stove outdoors in all weathers. Neil Hudson-Basing provides the most astonishing front of house service with the most incredible attention to detail. Our beautiful Citroen HY van is the most unique and Aiwonderful bistro. And Loz Rex has helped us make her look even more beautiful than she already is on so many occasions. We are so proud to win this fantastic Time Out Love London Award, so thank you from a joint owner of this amazing little restaurant for a team to die for. ❤️❤️ #timeout #timeoutlondon #timeoutlovelondonawards #sydenham

A Warm Day #poetsprompt

It was a warm day

After a stormy night 

The fountain splashed softly,

In a gentle icicle arc,

And with the sun barmy

On the back of my neck,

I stepped free of the veranda 

And into the garden 

The grass damp fat and soft 

Beneath my feet

And set my chair

Beside a large clutch of ferns

So I could breathe in

The heavy rich

Smell of the earth

Sharp in my nostrils 

After the rain

© Caro Ness 2016

Photo credit : +Mai​, used with permission