[photo: my flamenco shoes]Embedded in the comments section of my previous post with the radish is a poem about a radish from Tim Irving, a fabulous artist and photographer who lives in Andalucia, where the fiesta season has begun. I wanted to share the poem with you. May you be as delighted as I am with it. Do visit Tim's blog -- you will love it. Thank you, Tim!
Radish
by Karla Kushkin
Write about a radish
Too many people write about the moon.
The night is black
The stars are small and high
The clock unwinds its ever-ticking tune
Hills gleam dimly
Distant nighthawks cry.
A radish rises in the waiting sky.
...lovely little dancing shoes...lovely poem! ...in fact, word for the day...lovely!
ReplyDeletePaid a visit to Tim's blog...lovely!
Can't stop...I'm off to find some pebbles...and a radish!
Happy wishes...Anon the Elder.....OOOOO
THank you for the link ..his site has incredible photos! I suddenly have a craving for fresh radishes, sliced thinly on a buttered baguette..sprinkled with sea salt.
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