Monday, 21 June 2010

This ...

THIS IS THE PATH into the woods ...
This is the path in bluebell days, when the early summer sun lay down his golden coins amid the blue ...


This is the wood, found by the path ...
This is the wood in bluebell days, where I walked and lay down my coins of dreaming in between these beauties belled blue ...


These are the trees who live in the woods ...
These are the trees in bluebell days, who spoke me an old tale gathering, and a once-upon-a-dusk-light blue ...


This is the moss that carpets the trees ...
This is the moss in bluebell days, pillowing my dreaming head, greening the floor of blue ...


These are the flowers that dance on the moss ...
These are the flowers in bluebell days, when gold and green, they sang out blue, songs of the verge and summer anew ...


This is the lamb that looked from the verge ...
This is the lamb in bluebell days, who ate the flowers and watched me pass, up the lane, into the blue ...


This is the cow, a friend of the lamb ...
This is the cow in bluebell days, no crumpled horn, but a muddy rump, who watched me pass, up the lane, into the blue ...


This is the horse, a friend of the cow ...
This is the horse in bluebell days, who stood on that hill where I first looked over, and found this home, under the blue ...



This is the foal, daughter of horse ...
This is the foal in bluebell days, who lay down to sleep while I held her hoof, and breathed in the scent of the blue ...



This is the blue, eaten by foals ...
This is the blue in bluebell days, painting my dreams a delicate haze, and holding the moor beyond in eloquent blue ...


This is the hill, and the moor beyond ...
This is the hill in bluebell days, where I came to sit and imagine a map, describing a path, over the edge of the blue ...


This is the path, into the woods ...
This is the path in bluebell days, over the edge and into the woods, the path round the hill where I laced my dreams by the blue ...


These are the woods, not found by that path ...
These are the woods in bluebell days, woods by a river, a sat-by river, edged those days in blue ...


This is the river, the river of life ...
This is the river in bluebell days, where rocks and moss and sunlight play, and water goes by to the seas beyond and I sit and sing tales to the blue ...


This is the path, into other woods ...
This is the path in bluebell days, where a green road goes with my heart and my toes, and I skip away into the blue ...

73 comments:

Tonia said...

A wonderful, memory-provoking post: we have a bluebell wood near to us - when the bells are out, the whole place takes on a new type of silence.

Pamela Terry and Edward said...

I would never stay indoors.

Tess said...

A beautiful sequence of words and images, Rima, thank you.

I'm just back from a weekend in North Devon, my first visit, and I loved it so much.

Nadia said...

Amazing post, Rima! Thank you.

Jen (of Hark Hark) said...

Lovely Rima. You make me very homesick for England.

Heather said...

A truly magical post Rima with wonderful pictures - the last two in particular. The foal in the video was adorable and quite unfazed by your presence. I think you could present this post to a publisher with illustrations by you, of course. It would make a marvellous and very special childrens' book.

Basht said...

it's wonderful that you are able to see the beauty that you are surrounded with. hugs and happy thoughts

Valerianna said...

mmm... what a sweet video of sitting with young horse while she sleeps...

midsummer blessings from the mossy forest of New England...

Kat_RN said...

Just right, your words and pictures take me there. Beautiful.
Kat

joana soares said...

So very touching... Thank you.

Joana

Vickie said...

..blue horse and mossy cow dance in golden sunlight on the dreaming path..
happy green solstice to you !

Eliza said...

Beatiful pictres and videos, so peaceful :-)

Róisín said...

What a beautiful post. The bluebells have been late this year, and for some reason there seems to be less of them up here with us. Oh well, maybe they're just having a wee year off to themselves. It's nearly foxglove season, so hopefully there'll be plenty of them. Happy midsummer!

Threadspider said...

Perfect capture of that very special place. I can walk those paths too. Lovely, lovely post Rima and I am glad you have found joy there.

Jenny said...

Your posts always make me so, so happy. Thank you.

Marilyn said...

Beautiful - all is beauty.
It brings back to me memories of when I lived in England and would 'escape' London to the English countryside and walk and absorb and experience much of what you have shown here - beauty, real beauty.

Dyche Designs said...

Such a beautiful post, reminds me of all the things that I miss about the UK. It was like a piece of home just when I needed it most.

Emma said...

Wonderful, wonderful pictures and words. Yes! A book! I was waiting to read that it was some old English ditty. Lovely rhythm and images. I can imagine turning the pages with a wide-eyed expectant child.

giftsofthejourney said...

This looks so much like Bodmin Moor and the woods around the village where we live. It's so lovely in this part of the world.

Velma said...

i used to sit down with my horse, and touch her muzzle or her leg as she sighed and snoozed, oh memory of my beautiful mare mist in the warm dawning. you have brought me poems on this solstice, the day of my son's birth. thank you.

Sarah said...

So much beauty and magic here today!

Snippety Giblets said...

Lovely words & pictures m'dear ! Happy, happy Solstice to you & much love from us three here xxx

HKatz said...

I love the words "bluebell days". And as lovely as those photos are, just the words alone would have stirred up the images too.

and I sit and sing tales to the blue
Blue is a wonderful color to sing to.

rossichka said...

Dear Rima, you are extraordinary! Your post is like a poem - "In Bluebell Days". I feel not only its rhythm, but I hear its music!! Your words create music! This is magical...Beauty is around us, we smile, exclaim or sigh, while enjoying nature, but you have the talent to reveal it in words and pictures!
It's strange but I have seen in Bulgaria meadows of poppies, daisies and lavender, for example, but never of bluebells. They are wonderful!!

Wayward Harper said...

So beautiful Rima......your posts always make my day that little bit more magical :)

Alice Renard said...

Dear Rima,

Thank you for paths into the wood and being a seer of secret places. Your corners and furrows are appreciated.

And this delicateness means much to me on this very meaningful day.

I love your art and thoughts.

From a sister in a city,
Alice

A mermaid in the attic said...

Beautiful, so very beautiful. Strange how you can be so heart-achingly homesick for a place you've only visited twice, and briefly at that...a place that you've lived in through your imagination only.

Owen said...

This is the most amazingly good blog in the world...

This is the comment box which is a window into Rima's world...

This post alone is a major work of art, blending fairy tale with nursery rhyme...

This is strong magic...

This is smiles...

This is pure distilled sunshine in a darkening world...

Sunshine to warm the soul...
:-)

Shelley Noble said...

This can't be real.

You've conjured it surely.

You've summoned your world.

Josh said...

Very Bombadil, meandering in verse across the land. I definitely support the book suggestion. Your elements of repetition and nature actually remind me a lot of Astrid Lindgren's The Tomten with it's repetitions about 'tomten language' as he makes his nightly reassuring rounds to the animals and locations around the farm:

"Winters come and winters go,
Summers come and summers go,
Soon you will be in your clover field."

Dreamfarm Girl said...

A lovely, lyrical poem...so dreamlike yet so grounded in a beautiful reality.

Anonymous said...

Thank you for letting us step into your world, just briefly, and feel the calm that embraces us there.

Vicki's Bit-o-earth said...

And those are the bluebells I've heard tell of, that I wish to see one day with my own eye. Vicki

farmlady said...

Thank you for this magical post. You are a lovely soul that blends life and art beautifully.
Thank you for the foal, daughter of horse...
Thank you Rima.
(and for the sweet "extra" in my order.)

Anonymous said...

Since I discovered your blog I come here everyday, I find a very rare peace when I read your tales, and You Make Me Believe in the hidden magic of common things and beauty of life.

Please, never close this blog Rima, it's a refuge for us, dreamers.

Blessings (:

Crafty Green Poet said...

what a beautiful series of photos, such a lovely place

Pat said...

Such peace. Beautiful.

Coyopa said...

Another beautiful post, Rima! Ah, those leafy, lush paths into mysterious forests of the unknown adventure - how blessed we are when our feet find them. Double blessed when we walk them with the magic of the world unfolding rightly about us. You're a wordsmith, so you are. Thanks for sharing the beauty.

ruthie said...

those are wonderful words dear rima, to accompany a wander through our magical world, thank you for the journey. dartmoor holds precious childhood memories for me and i hope to return there one day very soon. x x

Half-heard in the Stillness said...

How magical....Rima!
I thank you so much for posting your entrancing poetry and for your films! Because I am mostly house-bound I immensely appreciated being so near to such wonders. To hold my breath watching the little foal breathing and to see her eyes fast shut...you were so close...

I shall return to walk that sun-dappled path 'where the green road goes' in my dreams.

Erin said...

I sit in dreary Columbus Ohio, in a cube farm. I open my email and what do I find? Possibly the most beautiful series of words and pictures I have ever had the pleasure of gazing upon. Thank you for sharing.

Granny Sue said...

This is beautiful. Thank you.

Shayna Prentice said...

Ahhh, your melodic poem!

Leslie said...

Dear Rima,

Thank you for a wee tour of your world. I so appreciate it.

Heidi said...

Exactly the inspiration I needed to work on my writing this morning.
Thank You, Rima!

Thrup'ny bits said...

You have such a generous gentle soul, Rima.

Alan

Auguste said...

Thank you Rima for the wonderful trip you've brought us on once more

Carol said...

Beautiful, magical, dreamlike - if I ever visit England, this is what I really want to see - bluebells in the woods.

LittleInsect said...

I just love this post.
For those of you who may be living away from home, and missing the British Isles, check out my blog:

http://mybritishisles.blogspot.com/

not as poetic as Rima's words, but lots of pretty pictures

Linda-B said...

Well, quite simply . . . lovely!

Karen Turner said...

Thank you for this glimpse into the otherworld.

Karen said...

Beutiful words and pictures. Dartmoor has to be one of the most magical places I've ever visited. I'm so pleased that you have planted your roots here :) x

Karen said...

Sorry *beautiful excuse my spelling above :)

FeltLikeStitchin said...

So beautiful and mystical....I have many lovely memories of that area of England and you just brought a little piece of magic back into my thoughts:)

Cynthia Dyer said...

This...would make a wonderful children's book! Please?

Anne said...

Beautiful....!

Yarrow said...

Absolutely stunning! Thank you for sharing this. Blessings.

Jess *^_^* said...

AND you once said you didn't particularly like blue! ;O) ....Seriously though, thankyou for the dreamy words and magical pictures. I love your little videos too, a very special glimpse through your eyes and your soul. :) xx

Daniël said...

Verry Good!!!

From : Daniel Gustaaf / PARLARTE
Belgium.

Graceful Moments said...

Wow! I very much needed a Hermitage fix and what did I find...lovely poetry and wonderful photos that make me want to run away from home and find those bluebells, those paths, the lamb, the cow, the foal and the poet, singing and playing by the river! What a delightfully refreshing post. I'm so glad your heart is happy and you are enjoying the beautiful countryside and your lovely summer. Blessings!

Ciara said...

How lovely, Rima! A delightful wander through the English countryside, with you, thank you.

Did someone mention a children's book...?

C x

mermaiden said...

This may sound odd to someone not currently reading The Two Towers as am I, or to someone not a scholar of that author, but this reads beautifully Tolkienesque to my ears.

Lydia said...

Oh! How perfect!

Brilig said...

Gosh - how I love this blog.

Cobalt Violet said...

I hope I am lucky enough to dream of this place tonight when I go to sleep ... So enchanting ... thank you for sharing this incredible beauty.

Brown said...

Love the horses, your words are always beautiful...

Diana said...

Evocative storytelling language! Regards, Diana

Vita said...

wonderful, absolutely wonderful Rima :)

Frank Zweegers said...

What a beatuful collection of photo's and paintings. Love your art !

Lrc said...

Poetry indeed, the magic of summer in word and picture...Devon is lovely! It makes me want to visit soon...thank you for showing me this summer world!

BT said...

I agree with Heather that you could present this as an illustrated tale to a publisher. It's just magical.

mixdbrew said...

I wish I could lie on the breathing tummy of that foal and listen to her rhythm. There is so much peace in your pages, so much beauty, so much magic....I'm glad you came to live among us humans :)

HomespunAngel said...

magical Rima. How I miss your simple wisdom xx Ange x