A Braid Of Blue Horizon

Fragrant scents linger still
on light wind;
across the mill
Speaking to the trees
whispers softly spoke,
Between visions of gold;
lies Calla-Lilies
Trumpet shaped
paper-like bulbs
Painted in oil strokes,
Across Western Isles,
a braid of blue horizon
A hazy day unfolds
The hours between us;
filled with wordless minutes –
seconds slip
through our fingers
No matter how we cling
The silent sea
and the land moans sweetly
Words fail our sensibilities,
Disentangled by the strings that cast
and bind our hearts
Our senses curve above the sun,
The clouds a husky front –
The sound of silence
Speaks to us,
In the garden of our dreams.

@ J.CALVERT 2017

Photography courtesy of Pinterest

Handkerchief Threads

It is 

the whisper;    

a soft echo in my ear

The fragile touch of first loves kiss

A Harlequin Flower

sword-like leaves 





papery floral stalk

It is 

a thousand tiny flowers 

A needle stick; 

blood drips 

and pools,

Queen Anne’s Lace 

covered in red, 

Young hearts 


Handkerchief threads. 

J.Calvert 2017
Photograph 1: https://www.pinterest.com/brendas097/then-i-snapped-picture-perfect-photography/

Photograph 2: https://www.etsy.com/listing/155694847/fine-art-photography-the-lace