Sunday, 18 April 2010

Forward to Time Past

The Easter eggs have all cracked and the hares been and gone, and finally I am back to my little corner of the tinternet to tell you about my holiday adventures! *puts on super-patronising voice* Iiiits story time children....

During the holidays my family and I went for a little (far too little for my liking, as I later discovered) getaway near the city of Bath, because we loved it there so much last time we visited (remember this wee little post?). We stayed in a manor house-turned-hotel in the middle of the Wiltshire countryside, with sunsets from my parents' balcony so stunning they left me speechless, a courtyard lit by fairytale lanterns and an outdoor heated swimming pool which was pure bliss at night. All you had to do was lie on your back, and there it was, the sky! Glimmering at you with myriads of minute eyes, each brighter than the last, the sort of beauty no photograph could ever capture but must be felt on the tip of the eyelids and every cell on your skin; detected, compressed, memorized, and stored away safely so it can be with you in an instant should you summon it on a cold winter's night. I could almost touch it....

Photos are of my sister in a vintage Nicole Farhi jumper found in a freecycled bag of fabric offcuts, and an Accessorize mask.

Sailor Coat, Topshop Striped jumper, Ralph Lauren

Monday, 5 April 2010

The Trees Have Listened

Two Sundays back I visited Home with my family. I took a walk through the woods, stood on the marble staircase and felt my hair rise in the breeze. Aslan let me ride on his back but when he turned to stone I realised it was time to go. What a shame.

Stone Bridge, Stone Globe and Roman Temple
Tall boys with windswept hair they rule the fields;
My family and I they warmly welcomed
The leaves curled inwards and pianos singed.

Wandering through, along the river's path
Lay something Dead. its breath
Stung me like nettle soup.
a withered "ahh" on glass, it disappeared and gasped
Ripples of water - two,three,four - and mute
Gazes of passers-by on branches without wood.

The morning dew slivered with spring romance
And it was joy, and it was assonance.

Sailor Coat, Topshop
Oatmeal Cardigan, thrifted
Denim Tiered Dress, H&M
Specked Tights, gift
Boots, Clarks