a small stone

the Malvern sky

noreply@blogger.com (Fiona Robyn) — Thu, 23 Feb 2012 17:46:00 +0000

stripes of purple-grey near the horizon, alternating with pinky tangerine, and higher up a scattering of luminous pink cloudlets on blue...

noreply@blogger.com (Fiona Robyn) — Wed, 22 Feb 2012 17:49:00 +0000

The building and the people are the same. I don't belong her any more.

noreply@blogger.com (Fiona Robyn) — Tue, 21 Feb 2012 17:49:00 +0000

tuesday (now it's thursday) is lost

noreply@blogger.com (Fiona Robyn) — Mon, 20 Feb 2012 17:50:00 +0000

monday (now it's thursday) is lost

noreply@blogger.com (Fiona Robyn) — Sun, 19 Feb 2012 17:51:00 +0000

sunday (now it's thursday) is lost

sky change, early morning

noreply@blogger.com (Fiona Robyn) — Sat, 18 Feb 2012 08:13:00 +0000

deep navy
(lit up from behind)
with a smudge of pink
to ordinary grey

what arrived after breakfast

noreply@blogger.com (Fiona Robyn) — Fri, 17 Feb 2012 09:15:00 +0000

the memory of a kitten-tongue licking my nose in the night

noreply@blogger.com (Fiona Robyn) — Thu, 16 Feb 2012 09:09:00 +0000

sharp flakes of sea-salt swim in liquid caramel: saltiness seeps into sweet & colours the taste

noreply@blogger.com (Fiona Robyn) — Wed, 15 Feb 2012 09:32:00 +0000

a stain of tea-taste in my empty mouth

noreply@blogger.com (Fiona Robyn) — Tue, 14 Feb 2012 09:29:00 +0000

inside we consider a new life with the man behind the desk. outside sheep browse the fields.

noreply@blogger.com (Fiona Robyn) — Mon, 13 Feb 2012 09:28:00 +0000

the garden cold & wintered, the memory of reading on blankets in the sun fading

farmer's market

noreply@blogger.com (Fiona Robyn) — Sun, 12 Feb 2012 09:27:00 +0000

fudge with crushed maltesers in. veggie scotch egg. spinach quiche. happiness in a brown paper bag.

noreply@blogger.com (Fiona Robyn) — Sat, 11 Feb 2012 09:26:00 +0000

As Keats coughs his consumptive cough in 'Bright Star' I feel my lungs inside me, healthy, pink, and fill with fear.

snow

noreply@blogger.com (Fiona Robyn) — Fri, 10 Feb 2012 09:44:00 +0000

a light dusting: sifted sugar on the gentle dome of a sponge.
the clouds hold their palms towards me, shielding the hills from view.

noreply@blogger.com (Fiona Robyn) — Thu, 09 Feb 2012 09:44:00 +0000

today I saw a picture of a bird but not a bird

shrine with gold accents

noreply@blogger.com (Fiona Robyn) — Wed, 08 Feb 2012 09:01:00 +0000

intricate brocade on our aqua strip of sari, the rims of the deep blue offering cups, bluish candlelight flickering on the robes of the gold-leafed Buddha, a tongue of flame

noreply@blogger.com (Fiona Robyn) — Tue, 07 Feb 2012 09:02:00 +0000

an old ginger & lemon teabag rests on the soil of the pot-plant, waiting patiently to dissolve back into the earth

noreply@blogger.com (Fiona Robyn) — Mon, 06 Feb 2012 16:31:00 +0000

old snow, pocks in the grass

noreply@blogger.com (Fiona Robyn) — Sun, 05 Feb 2012 16:31:00 +0000

at the naming ceremony, we hold out two flowers to one year old Ramona. she takes one in each hand, beaming. she doesn't understand the words but she understands love.

noreply@blogger.com (Fiona Robyn) — Sat, 04 Feb 2012 16:32:00 +0000

the snow follows us from west to east. we stop in a service station and drink coffee. the chairs scrape on the floor and fill the cavernous space.

noreply@blogger.com (Fiona Robyn) — Fri, 03 Feb 2012 16:35:00 +0000

a cut on my hand (from paper?) itches persistently

noreply@blogger.com (Fiona Robyn) — Thu, 02 Feb 2012 16:35:00 +0000

Third day without my laptop. I float between webmail & facebook. I can't get at what will make me feel real.

noreply@blogger.com (Fiona Robyn) — Wed, 01 Feb 2012 16:36:00 +0000

I try not to try too hard.

write a small stone (& hurrays & thankyous)

noreply@blogger.com (Fiona Robyn) — Tue, 31 Jan 2012 09:45:00 +0000

in honour of this year's River of Stones, rather than reading a small stone today I'd like you to write one and post it here. here's our Hurrays & Thankyous post with links to all our marvellous guest bloggers.

while I'm at it, a huge thank you to all the readers of a small stone over the years. you rock. (hee hee)

_/\_ (deep bow)

noreply@blogger.com (Fiona Robyn) — Mon, 30 Jan 2012 10:12:00 +0000

the hills draw their mists around them all day, trying to warm their small animals, mosses & rocks