Object poem with Paint chips

This week Linda Kruschke’s challenge is for an object poem. Please visit her blog for more information, the paint chip colours and her poems.

‘My challenge to you is to pick one of the paint chips below and write an object poem about it. If you are feeling ambitious, write a series of object poems, one about each of the paint chip words and phrases. If you are feeling rebellious, you can write an object poem about some other object but incorporate one or more of the paint chip words and phrases in your poem.

‘The paint chip words and phrases we have to work with this week are cottonnestemeraldwonderful wisteriaBoundary Watershermit crab, and swamp.’

Wonderful wisteria reminded me of a white one at Hill Top. That is the object I chose for my poem, but I used two of the other words as well.

Hill Top in May

A country cottage

When we visited Hill Top we were amazed
By wonderful wisteria in flower halfway across
The front of the house where Beatrix Potter
Once lived. Billowing blooms like white candyfloss.

Trimmed and trained around green-framed sash-windows
Its multiflowered sprays attract bees; other kinds of insect
Visit it too. The light breeze tosses its blossom
Making a long exposure focus suspect.

Across the doorway a bushier tree grows;
Its abundant foliage could provide cover for a nest.
Perhaps a pair of blackbirds might live there, but
Popularity with tourists is no jest.

Around the world people read about Peter
Rabbit, Flopsy, Mopsy and Cottontail and come to visit
The place associated with the author.
That’s a blessing to the village, or is it?

Notes: Candyfloss is UK English for cotton candy.

The visit to Hill Top is described on Sue’s words and pictures.


Stranger in a strange land

July 17

Stranger in a strange land

What’s your favorite part about visiting a new place — the food? The architecture? The people watching?


None of the suggestions from the 365 Days of Writing prompt were what I seemed to do most when I was farther from home than ever before, although they are important parts of any traveller’s experience.

I found that I was struck, not by the differences, which I expected, but by the similarities with Britain.  Walking through forests, I was noting the plants we see here.  Perhaps I expected that most of the trees would be redwoods and sitka spruce.  I’m not sure.

It wasn’t homesickness or a desire to be anywhere else.  Rather it was surprise about how much was familiar.

I enjoyed people-watching – I always do.  Without it, what would there be to write about?  The differences in vocabulary fascinated me, as did the different culture.

There was so much space compared with our small islands, the landscape was more varied.  Even the trees seemed taller and the sky higher!

While many plants appeared similar, the birds were different.  Although we didn’t see very many different species.

I was amazed at the (small) size of a chipmunk.  As a child I had received a postcard which was a photo of one.  There was nothing to show its size – it filled the frame.  I imagined it to be about the size of a grey squirrel.  What a delight to see one in the wild!

It surprised me how much I enjoyed the food.  Most of my life I have been a person, who eats to live rather than one who lives to eat.  Meal-times can be an unwelcome interruption to some activity!  The spells when this was not the case were during pregnancy and when I took a particular type of medication, which (incidentally) had a known side effect of weight gain.

The food, where we stayed was amazing.  I really must write up last year’s holiday diary, before I completely forget.  It might encourage me to book another!