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.
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
dVerse prompt to write a contrapuntal poem – read three ways – column one read down – column two read down – read across each line
We camped in the rainforest
trail blocked by wind fall
blown out fir trees
yet we found our way
The tent was small
in the night
the sound of water
my husband making rain
dVerse quadrillé prompt on rain
In my dream I am swimming again
Through the air
But this time
The air feels like water
It has substance
I can get a hold on it
And move forward
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
dVerse prompt using two brands of perfume – these two (My Sin and Tabu) my mother kept on her dresser.
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
dVerse prompt – haibun with a sense of compassion
Here’s what to do when you haven’t a clue
and find yourself stuck in a muddle
It’s been raining all day but that’s okay
go outside and play in a puddle
If that doesn’t send confusion away
forget it find something to cuddle
dVerse prompt on “muddle” quadrille
the drop of death
takes you up so high
drops you down to the depth
programmed to stop with a jolt
now on to the next ride
dVerse prompt on “wild”
There is always a weed to pull. Brush to cut or tend a bed of flowers coming back from a hard winter. There were a few casualties. Some late transplants made it through and seem to be alive. The seeds are in and now the wait.
I wait with the hope of food from a row of beets, spinach, lettuce, beans, chard, carrots and two kinds of radish. Today a walk in the garden despite the chill of the air. There is promise and warmth in the earth. Out on the edge the tiniest blossoms of primrose.
spring is renewal
time of greatest rejoicing
seeds and plants that bloom