I am just curious,

What are you doing?

I want to know

If you’ve something brewing.

Are you ready to give me

Some loving skin,

To let the purrfect

Adoration begin?!

I know you adore me

And so I insist

Give me some loving!

How can you resist?

© Text / Image Caro Ness 2016 

 

Standing here

On the edge

Of an abyss

In an emerald

Wilderness

Faced with

The feral might

Of a waterfall

I feel powerless

Puny

Insignificant 

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 Caro Ness 2016

Standing

On the edge of 

An abyss

Faced with

A solid sheet

Of power

A waterfall

And standing

In an emerald wilderness

I feel tiny

Insignificant 

Bubbles of dew

Clung to the plant

Like beads of sweat

Like perspiration 

Beautiful

And fragile

Yet hard against

A soft focus world 

© Text Caro Ness 2016

Image: Natalia Shchetinina  

 

There was a clearing 

In the woods

And where the sunlight

Burst through

It lit the world

As if a spotlight

In a theatrical production

And turned the world

Saffron yellow

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The boy 

Had taken his goats

Down to the river

To drink.

It was quiet,

Peaceful, 

The world just waking,

And just him

And his herd

In it.

Image: Posted on Wonderful Nature And Wildlife blog 

How about some lovely Hollandaise?

Guaranteed to lift any kind of malaise. 

Whisked into the greatest accompanying sauce,

Naturally, it will lift your steak or brunch*, of course.

 © Text / Image Caro Ness 2016

 * A vital component of Eggs Benedict, the best breakfast ever! 

Oh, this is the tale of the errant weave,

Which, dammit, just chose to up and leave.

It put itself in isolation,

But now has come out of hibernation.

It abandoned me some time ago,

But was sighted on Thursday, in Belgrave Row.

And it seems it’s met another weave,

Because, guess what it’s managed to achieve?

A litter of weavelets, three or four,

Who knows there may be one or two more,

Don’t approach them, they’ve gone really wild,

They’re ferocious, ma and child.

So if you see them, cross the lane,

And pray you don’t see them ever again!

© Text / Image Caro Ness 2016 

Photo: Clare Gassmann  

Decaying beauty

Slowly drifting by

Viewed from a boat,

And what a boat!

A gondola 

Being silently punted

Through the canals.

Whose varnish

Looks as deep and new

As the day it was applied.

Our friends 

Are in the gondola ahead,

And as we come out

From under one of

Numerous bridges,

We catch sight of them

And the beautiful city beyond.

 © Text Caro Ness 2016 

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