Bluebells, poems & fire

Brief entry today: The utter blue of bluebell woods is upon us, a magical fairy world of sunlight and improbable colour. Seduced by the light, I am draw into the depths of the wood, where the carpet is both continuous under the tree dapple, and fragmented into a thousand individual flowers.

 Bluebell blue, up close

Beyond the woods, on Sunday evening, a vacant building burnt into the sky. 2am shouting, water, a mist of rain, and smoke billowing out over the far houses.

And to finish the up & down poem from Caught by the River: Caught by the River on Amazon