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'Picasso and Braque at the Cinema'
...the movies; their influence on art.
Me, watching the small screen
playing the big screen.
Many layers, many editors
many realities.
Intensely, snoringly asleep
Body still -
but paws quivering,
whiskers twitching,
ears flicking.
What is being stalked
- or taking flight in Dreamland?
Borne on naked branches,
Winter Honeysuckle.
An unexpected, balmy scent-cloud;
I am embraced by fragrance at the kitchen door.
Winter gifts these small pleasures to us -
Droplets of delight to lift my dank, grey days.
In the midst of decay
'green fuse' spikes through emerald moss;
the cycle of the seasons in the span of two hands.
Packing Christmas away
but not the memory - or the lamplight
Which welcomes the visitor to my door...
From many decades past -
Waxen lilies, good-luck charms
For an unknown 'Happy Couple'.
Since when - have other floral garlands
framed them both?
Extra cards, unused crackers
Handtowels with snowflakes...
How diminished, these remnants
of the huge abundance that was Christmas
(Abundance of warmth and contentment
- not being packed away in a box).
A sunny gap between hail-sleet-storms;
At the bottom of the garden
we peer into each Other's space.
I offer a greeting -
he offers a toss of the head and a whinny.
At the flooded, windswept lakeside,
gulls with the wings of youth
await handfuls of corn and bread
from we bystanders.
Food and the beauty of the wild -
our gifts to each other.
On TV - my mother's beloved New Year's Day Concert
Waltzing 'Tales From the Vienna Woods'.
To the lilt of the zither,
her chair, still in my room,
never so empty as at this moment, each year.
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