An Ode to Him

He swept me up with cradled arm,
the sun so cool against his touch,

He sat me on a throne up high,
the top of the mountain he kept me,

The clouds billowed like my dress,
and encircled me in soft harness,

He brought me rain to quench my thirst,
And flowers for my feet of white,

He painted my toes with the redest rose,
and took thorn to finger for my lips,

He sang to me with soothing voice,
like the lake before me still,

He sat me on a throne up high,
and there he keeps me,

I have always writing loved poetry, from time to time someone very special inspires me.

He swept me up with cradled arm
the sun is cool against his touch

He sat me on a throne up high
the top of the mountain he kept me

The clouds billowed like my dress
and encircled me in soft harness

He brought me rain to quench my thirst
And flowers for my feet of white

He painted my toes with the redest rose
and took thorn to finger for my lips

He sang to me with soothing voice
like the lake before me still

He sat me on a throne up high
and there he keeps me

So, its been a little while since I have written anything here...
I have been busy creating for another photography exhibition i have been kindly invited to show.
I am going to use my Rediflex camera to capture some dream like moments around Ireland.
The weather has not been too..... permitting so far but now i must get the proverbial skates on.
I am fortunately spending Easter in New York again, I am very excited as I managed to get some interesting shots on the last
visit which i subsequently sold back to New yorkers ( patriotism goes a long way ) I just cannot wait to take photographs,especially of the people, much like London, the chocolate box leaves a wild and fruity taste in ones mouth, always leaving you licking your lips.

A further venture down to the South will follow, stopping off here and there en route. ( If you happen to like any of these images please visit my Etsy website which there is a link to on this blog) Thank you : B