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Postcardia-cum-Poetica #81

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Robert Capa’s 1938 photo of loyalist troops near Fraga on the Aragon front, Spain (November 7th), coupled with words from Women Who Run With The Wolves.

Postcardia-cum-Poetica #70

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Last week I comfort bought stacks of postcards. There’s possibly only one other person I know who would engage in such a practice (and who is likely to receive all of said postcards across the next year!!)

I had fallen out of the ritual of sitting down on a Tuesday afternoon and doing a postcard. So, I treated myself to some shiny new ones.

This is Long Yak (2008) from Mark Ryden. Words from Women Who Run With The Wolves (these were the snippets that fell out when I tipped one bag into another bag of fragments!!)

Postcardia-cum-Poetica #69

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Card is one of Angela Slatter’s promo cards, (thanks Angela for the unexpected gift of cards!) with artwork by Kathleen Jennings. Words are from Elyora. With dappled light provides by a sudden burst of mid-afternoon sun through my writing room window.

Haiku Oracle Challenge, Day 18

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Day 18
Oracle card + haiku cards


coolness of the melons
this old village
moonlight slanting

Left is my oracle card for the week. Right is the card I drew to try to clarify the meaning of the first (given it was the second week I pulled it in a row!) The haiku – shrug? Not sure any of it is clearer. I’m definitely missing something here.

. . .

I am seeking sweet relief (cool melon) from the tired old-trodden path. The slanted moonlight made me think of the rising moon or the setting moon. So perhaps that it’s time to be done with these old ways, these old oaths, and in doing so I’ll find sweet relief? The end of the illusion. It’s setting.

. . .

I guess perhaps I know more than I realise. The first fight for love is always within you. If I don’t think I’m worthwhile, if I don’t think I’m deserving of being nourished and cherished, loved and appreciated then how am I inviting others to meet me? 

This village is old. And it’s time to move on. Be gone before the sun rises.

Challenge hosted by @otmoraclecards