The Bluebell Walk, Wootton Wawen…
Lower lip in awe, dropped
At the depth of sumptuous blue to mauve.
An outrageous ridge,
A thickness of incongruous collage,
A river of flowers
Flooding the spaces between saplings.
A glorious springtime treasure trove.
Strained lids on eyes, dropped
At the thought of scrumptious white to cream.
A winter’s wedge,
A deftness of crystallised snow,
A lava of silence
Filling the spaces around the saplings.
A grim Yuletide’s fanciful dream…
Pete Ray…
The layer of bluebells stretched and stretched.
It was like winter snow but infused with violet….
It was May, 2010, Wootton Wawen, Warwickshire…
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