Mustard Field

  

While driving on a country road in England I saw a mustard field. It was just the right time when all the plants were in bloom, a patch of vibrant color on the landscape. I had to stop, take a photo, ponder the source of mustard, like Jesus sitting in the countryside, saw its brilliance and told a parable about the man who planted a mustard seed in his own field. It was a simple truth, one the people could relate to. It was a healing plant, an ancient mustard recipe. He used it to demonstrate the kingdom.

Pliny the Elder wrote of it. It can grow wild but when cultivated it is much improved. Once it is sown it is hard to get rid of it. The tiniest of seed yet Jesus said it will grow into a tree that shelters the birds.

the sound of yellow
vibrates from 2000 years
says my kingdom come

dVerse prompt on sound. Pliny the Elder wrote about natural history circa 23 to 79AD.

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Mustard Field

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set type                                                    spread ink

upside down backwards                      thin layer on the plate

use space                                     ink rollers

know pica                               choice of paper

composing stick                                       pull heavy handle

lay of the nick                                   does all the work

what to say                                         printed word

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dVerse prompt to write a contrapuntal poem – read three ways – column one read down – column two read down – read across each line

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Scent

a small tabu

just a little too

of all these things we knew

what was and was not tabu

greater was my sin

of all the scents combined 

it spread on the skin very thin

 a choice was made every time 

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dVerse prompt using two brands of perfume – these two (My Sin and Tabu) my mother kept on her dresser.  

Scent

Owl

    
Owls are in the neighborhood, calling to each other, a distinct voice in the woodland.  Tonight a pair hunt for frogs by the pond as I watch their heads swivel, eyes set for any movement.  Mayflies hop all day over the water but where are the birds?

There have been other predator, a hawk, kingfisher and great blue heron.  We stopped putting fish in.  The frogs come on their own.  One year there were so many tadpoles!  Where are they now?  Where are the frogs, chipmunk, the squirrel?

beauty of nature

springs forth at the edge of pond

predator with prey

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dVerse prompt – haibun with a sense of compassion

Owl