Where the birch meets water,
lost in the mouths of lilied frogs
beyond and involved, evolved with the foxgloves,
purple of the edible pansy blooms;
the breadth of a bee sting, slowsoft in butter colour
as it spreads;
take care and be well
whisper down to the lambkid, she says:
down there, bygone by buttress and marigolds,
swiftsure and buried in the browns of soil,
out there, take the tail of a queen and walk forever,
foxtrot,
merry,
downward where a willow meets pine.
© Eve Redwater 2012

[This photograph was taken on a lovely sunny day a couple of weeks ago in my local park. A day or so later, it snowed!]

Nice job! I really like the poem and the photograph.
Thank you very much Russell!
Absolutely beautiful – delicate and evocative.
Thanks so much Laurel! Hope you’ve been keeping well!
“slowsoft in butter colour” Loved and felt this part, Eve. Enjoy your weekend
Thank you Kathryn! I hope you had a great one too – mine was largely spent relaxing, probably more than I should be!
Lots of magic in this! My kind of place.
I like what you have done with this theme.
Thank you Sandy, I’m really happy that you like it.
I think Ariadne is a lovely name in itself!
My goodness, Stacey – just another gorgeous poem! Very Midsummer Night – ish in feel. Lovely lovely! Kathleen
Thank you Kathleen, that’s so lovely of you to say.
x
Really love this one. I want to be there in that thought embraced by the natural inspiration.
Slow, soft in butter colour…spreads-awesome!
Lost in the mouth of lilies frogs…took me to the water level.
Thanks for sharing the work. Great job!
Thank you! I appreciate you reading my work.
So beautiful! i’m feeling the joy of nature!
Much love, Jason
Many thanks Jason!
xx
Very nice…the kind of poetry I wish came out of my brain…lol…beautiful also love “slowsoft in butter colour” the sounds you create in the readers mouth with your word choices are often rich, sensuous and delicious just like this one…having read a number of your poems now I can see that is your natural poetic voice and that’s awesome…quite a talent…thank you for sharing with us…
I like this one a lot!
Thank you Trevor! I always look forward to more of your awesome photographs!
scrumptious words… you speak to my eternally natural heart.
Thank you so much Jane!
Lovely poem. Well done
I appreciate your thoughts.
Once again my friend. You blow me away with your beautiful, tranquil imagery. I found myself relaxing as I read it
Kudos once again!
Many thanks Rich, for this comment and reblogging! Means the world.
Take care~
You have beautiful words, Eve…thank you.
Thank you Scott.
You’re very welcome.
Beautiful and delicate poetry that is so evocative.
I appreciate you stopping by Simon, thank you!
Such beautiful imagery in your poem and in response to your comment on your photo – it snowed where I am too after about a fortnight of sunny weather. Hopefully that was not the Scottish summer – the weather looks quite bright and sunny today hopefully it will stay lovely beyond the big football game today.
Thanks so much! It was such a strange thing – the most glorious, though out of season, weather we’d had for a while. Blazing hot sunshine, barely a cloud, then during the night the temperature plummeted! Snow on the ground in the morning, and many the confused face!
x
Keeps us alert I guess. I need to take more photos too – it’d be good to capture more weather shots in gardens. I wonder if that blackbird I’ve seen a few times would stay still long enough for a shot…K;-)
Ooo, I’d love to see some shots of that! Love blackbirds.
Beautiful imagery in your prose. It’s light, ethereal almost, and yet, remains in the real and the photograph just adds to the ‘feel’ of it. Lovely read.
Thank you very much.
I’m glad you like the photo, too!
Such lovely images floated through my brain as I read this, Eve! And the photo is quite fine (sorry about the snow!)!
Thank you! Yes, very odd with the sudden snow; though, it looks like it’s warming up again thankfully.
There is nothing simple in your work…the words read seamlessly and provide a feelings of ease and calm, but the richness is complex and so well-crafted! I read the first time just to enjoy the fluidity, and then the second to absorb the picture you create. Lovely…all the way around. Debra
Debra, thank you for reading it not once, but twice! So happy that you can take those feelings from it.
x
Loving your language
Thank you for reading!
I enjoy the language, the flow of your writing and the reference to Ariadne, the mythical nature of this piece is very present, an underworld, intertwined with the roots and the earth. Beautiful.
Thank you for the lovely comment Anna! I’m really happy you felt that from it.
x
Reblogged this on welcome to my place and commented:
I encourage you to visit the Redwater Ramblings blog. I admire this award winning poet’s work and encourage you to read her poems.
Wow, Rich! Thank you so much! x
Keep ‘em coming. I’ve enjoyed your work in general but love your writing when you use a lyrical form, especially when it deals with nature
love this eve…so lyrical…and i love nature so you gave me a double serving of goodness today…smiles.
Thank you Brian!
I liked writing this one~
“lost in the mouths of lilied frogs
beyond and involved, evolved with the foxgloves,”
Cheers!
Stacey, i love the feathers on your site. and this poem is lovely.
Thank you Chandra! They took me a while to draw.
Such a magical quality to you poetic observations of nature, Eve. Well, I’m always enchanted by your poems!
‘lilied frogs’
‘whisper down to the lambkid’
‘take the tail of a queen and walk forever,
foxtrot,
merry,
downward where a willow meets pine.’
All lovely!
Diane, thank you! Your words make me happy.
x
This one goes on the A list! HF
Thank you HF! And don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about that ‘bitterness’ idea you shared! (Stored in my memory
)
Bring a magical image to the mind, just wonderful words.
So kind of you Francis, thank you! x
Your observations on nature and the words you put to those observations are so stunning, I want to see through your eyes for a day. Yummy. Thank you.
Thanks so much Christa! I always enjoy reading your poetry, it’s so natural.
x
My god! This is like THE most magical poem I have read in ages!! I just flowed with it…
Wow, thank you very much!
(Lovely to meet you!) x
Your words are lovely…I specially like:
purple of the edible pansy blooms;
the breadth of a bee sting, slowsoft in butter colour
as it spreads;
Thank you! I really appreciate you visiting from Blogspot and leaving me such a nice comment.
Wish that I’d wrote that.
Really, really wish that I’d wrote that.
Repeat forever.
Aww, thank you thank you!
Wow, beautiful imagery! Very wonderful poem!
I appreciate it! Great to meet you!
This is magic Eve, love the second stanza, beautiful
Thank you very much Polly! I really loved your voice recording the other day – awesome.
Hello, I so love your nature poems…I am so in awe of people that create it all in words
Hello Chrissy! Thank you very much for stopping by my blog! I’m so glad that you were Freshly Pressed, as I was able to view your wonderful photography. I’m a big fan of nature photography, and it’s lovely to see it executed so well. Glad to follow you; I’m excited to see what you shoot next.
Eve x
The beauty of nature photgraphy is that you never know what is next….but, it is lovely to meet you too. Lovely words, I love poetry…especially that about nature….I am looking forward to reading more of yours
Thank you Chrissy.
Hopefully I’ll produce some nicer shots once I get my hands on a decent camera; that’s the next thing on my list!
absolutely magical. i like the poem and loved the picture. its feels good to read your work:-)
That means a lot to me, thank you! Please visit again soon.
Great poem!
Thank you Kristin! Nice to meet you.
Lovely play with words!
Its hard to define what poetry is, but you know it when it comes along. I do like this poem very much. It has that essential magical and inexplicable quality that somehow resonates with something deep within one’s heart or soul.
Hi. This is a great poem. I like the ‘width of a bee-sting’ and the following image of the butter spreading. Jane