Loom as Home


My feelings exactly!

Originally posted on myfiberbatical:


“Weaving wanted me and I gracefully embraced the loom with its exacting processes and felt at home.”

Judith Poxson Fawkes from Weaving a Chronicle

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The whispering flutter of a butterfly
tapping against the window pane.
I catch him gently in my cupped hands,
release him out of the open door.

Morning Sounds

Through the open window
morning sounds,
but only the gently cooing doves
are not drowned
by the angry hornet hum
of rumbling lorries
droning by.

Thor’s Hammer

Mighty Thor’s hammer strikes his anvil,
startling me awake from restless dreams.
Sparks rend the angry sky across
the portals of Asgard, dire warnings
of the approach of Ragnarok.


I shall be off-line again for the next seven days. On my return it is my intention to try to cut down the amount of time I spend on the Internet, so for the foreseeable future I will no longer be posting every day. I will endeavour to post on at least three days a week – Monday, Wednesday and Friday and I hope to still enjoy your visits.

Fresh Picked

Fresh picked berries,
mouth-watering, tongue-tingling sensation,
the taste of summer.


GeraniumsBright Geraniums against the wall;
a touch of the Mediterranean
in an English garden.


Fit for a princess,
circlet of dainty flowers,
wild daisy-chain crown.


Magic is the first taste
of ripe strawberries, and
magic is a child dancing
in a summer’s rain.

Quotation from ‘Elderberry Flute Song’ by Peter Blue Cloud


Sea, a grey blanket,
wavelets lapping on the shore,
my eyes gaze and gaze.

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