Sunday, September 16, 2012

We're still dancing

Venus and The Sailor, 1925, by Salvador Dali

We’re still dancing

We’ve danced all night and skipped rope together
You spinning double tied to the railings coated in ice and then my hand

We’ve washed the dishes dried the dishes turned the dishes over
You standing  to swing against the sky in the cold autumn night: some naughty children on the run

And still you love me amongst the baby carriages and the flapping nappies and you’ve forgiven the passion-killer undies conceding defeat in the face of comfort

Ones we shared when the bundle of shared existence was too tight to separate for clean clothes or appearances

The shaken heads with wisdom telling it would never last
Never last once the lust had burned itself out

Still waiting
Still dancing all night 

Thanks to Tess at Magpie Tales for the image and inspiration.  Please read more here at

Sunday Trees

Two poplars and a spiral staircase next to the Palais de Tokyo, Paris.  

(three, actually)


Sunday, September 9, 2012

Breakfast Mag

Breakfast, 1921, Fernand Leger

Breakfast Mag

Well, my darling, I always suspected you were an empty-headed cloud-brain
My mistake

Apologies, because I quite admire M. Leger.  Thanks to Tess for the inspiration.  More meals can be found here.


Sunday, September 2, 2012


I thought you said ‘irises’
I was sure I heard ‘irises’
so sure I wondered if they were new
a spring vegetable, a pop group, the latest global crisis?
I didn’t want to disappoint, so ...
I peeled all the buds and sautéed them in lemon oil
Poisonous you say? And the garden naked of purple spikes

Must get my eyes tested
Shame, they looked spectacular on the salad ...
think I’ll serve it anyway

A new Magpie!  The image (which I am not clever enough to paste here) is beautiful. More Magpies, with images (no doubt) here.

Sunday Trees

It is spring in Australia, which means the national flower is on show.  Fondly known as 'wattle' to the locals, it has an elegant name for the rest of the world:  mimosa.   Wattles grow in many varieties across most of the continent and some of them have a delicious scent.  This one was blooming in Melbourne last month:

Oh yes,  and because it is Father's Day in Australia, here he is:

Happy Father's Day to all the father-shaped chaps.