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Strange Sightings No 1

Elberry Cove June 2017

What is this strange lady up to?
Where on earth is she?

Has she been deposited onto a load of gravelly shingle in error?
Has she become totally inert by choice or as a result of peculiar circumstance?

Is she prone to lapses in cognitive functioning?
Will she be able to ever get up and walk again?

Is she auditioning for a lie-down part in a Samuel Beckett play?

Has she fallen to earth from the Planet Blog?
Is she still breathing?

Is she, er, enjoying herself?

Answers on a postcard to:
The Strange Sightings Project,
Elberry Cove,
Next to the Mermaids

Spots of Time No 2 (of the rainy kind)

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Would there being anything in Tessier Garden this rainy Saturday afternoon to observe and write down in our little notebooks? Well there were the spots in that umbrella……

“You hold it!”
“No, I’ll hold it !”
“Getting wet !!”
“Can’t see a thing!”

The kind of rain
That wets you through.
The wind that drives these drops.
The kind of rain…….
Is the rain kind?

A wet bench with wet
Trees dripping huge drops.
“I’m wet! ”
“I’ll hold it !”
“No I’ll hold it !”
“Let’s get under it …TOGETHER!”
The rain… Is kind!.

Picture & Poem: Hazel Brown

Planet Earth 3 is coming to Devon!

I’d like to meet this slimy  toad3-edit  gentleman next year

Or this raisin grey-seal-pup-edit eyed cutey flopped out on a rock

If we’re near an estuary we’ll probably see curlew

Or this stone-curlew could be hiding on Dawlish Warren

I’m hoping we’ll see more european-shag speeding across Lyme Bay. And one day this magnificent chap will come soaring and swooping common_buzzard over the cliffs on the Downs again.

If we’re anywhere near Maidencombe these vulnerable little SAMSUNG DIGITAL CAMERA are awaiting to delight and disarm the senses.

There are bound to be many  barrel-jellyfish jelly swelling the shores come summer.

A flypast by a squadron of mute-swans-flying-by-at-dawn-edit would be most thrilling.

If this were ever to happen up above us starling-murmuration we’d be hopping about like Chris Packbum on ecstasy.

If we got near enough to see a wild one of these deer-in-mystical-woods I could die elated.

Staying in the wood we might see this _83879330_c0180868-stag_beetles_fighting-spl

Rigging up a lightbox in the back garden could reveal this emperor_moth beauty. The one marvel I’d like to witness more than anything is more of these light-filled  dragonflies-laying-eggs

metamorphosing before our very eyes – to take our breath away.

On the Beach

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Looking out……
Looking……where?
Through a thin veil
To a cold sea….dancing
To the rhythm of a New Moon.
Tireless urgent waves
Gnaw at my feet
Surfaces shift with sad sighing.
There are depths out there
Where dream creatures dive
In their eye-blind element
Unbounded by memory.
Paper thin gulls drift
Shiftless and silent on
This heavy-breathing
Body of blown sea.
Pungent bladder wrack, wrecks..
Heaves…like old clothes
All washed up.
The weight of rock
The insubstantial cliff
Is poised to fall
Spilling it’s billion year
Jurassic secrets
Into the sea’s stormy deeps
Witnessed only by Buzzard and Kestrel.
Then My child remembered dream,
A Labyrinth  of hollows and shadows
Gets snagged
Where sea meets land…
On an edge…..
A Ledge…..?
And I’m Looking…….?
No where!

Words: Hazel Brown (Oct 2016)

Mazey Hazey’s Dreams

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I wanted a snorey Monster! Instead I got this sweet little faerie maid. Too lovely (drawn) to be made fun of (on that daft blog) So she’s going to have to snuggle up here on this nice blog!

This be Mazey Hazey,,,,,,,,she bit sleepy,,,,,,,,haddum too much
to undo……..yawn yawn,,,,,,,,haddum,,,,,,,,down-beat upsets
off-frown frets,,,,,,,de-wrinkle worries,,,,,,,un-sorely sorries
on-scurry hurries,,,,,,,,,with-dither daze,,,,,,,,,re-idle laze
not Shoo! Shoo!,,,,,,,,,,,but ssshh ssssh,,,,,,,,,,
make hasties,,,,,,,,,un-rush awaze,,,,,,,,,,yawn yawn

“Oh goodness me!,,,,,,,time for nice nap,,,,,,,methinks”
she thinks,,,,,,get some shuteyed,,,,,,an off-footed,,,,,an lie-legged
an soft-bummed,,,,,,yawn yawn yawn,,,,,,at least four,,,,,,,, yawn
and ,,,,,,yawn,,,,, fortywinks,,,,,,,,mmmmm lubby lubblee

Be sleep soon,,,,,,,,,,,,,she be………………………………
in Land of Nod……..bemazed by…………dreams of Yores
yawn……….yawn…………. yawn……………
mmmmmm yep…..mmmm…. Yummly…………

Don’t wake her up
if she zzzzz SNO……zzzz….SNOR zzzzzz SNORE….zzzzz ….. Ssssss
her……… sleepins…………
zzzzz …SN…..zzzzz SNO….zzzz …. RE….zzzzz ….Sssss
are her……..zzzz….maze…….haze………..
zzzzz….SNO……zzzzz……NO….zzzz……RE……zzzzz…….Sssss
of faerie feelins
zzzzz….SNO……zzzzz……NO….zzzz……RE……zzzzz…….Sssss
unseemly seemins
zzzzz….SNO……zzzzz……NO….zzzz……RE……zzzzz…….Sssss
marvelous meanins
zzzzz….SNO……zzzzz……NO….zzzz……RE……zzzzz…….Sssss

Drawing: Hazel Brown; Words: Ian Nisbet