Morning AirSounds rapping At my waking Rains came last night I open the window wideCool air rushes inDistant sheep bleating Four-by-four revving Farmer herding cows Doves cooBaby birds chirp For breakfast Dogs barkIn the park Owners muffledConversationsSwirl upward Adult birdsDive and swoop Beaks and bellies Will be filled soonTime for me To start my day … Continue reading Morning Air
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Sunday Session on the Patio
Sitting on my patio With Views If warm blues and lazy greens The birds chatter,Tweet and whirr,Piep piep and warble... Butterflies flutter. I listen intently All is still Except the birds,Sounds holographic To me.We have made a new compost bin this weekend And I thought about the Unwanted things that come From inside The kitchen … Continue reading Sunday Session on the Patio
Moving amongst the flowerbeds…
What's a moment you wish you could freeze and live in forever? First Some Childhood Memories I was 9 years old when I finally learnt how to whistle - in my recorder class. We first learnt to coo like a dove using our hands, then whistle and then play the recorder. That wasn't the moment … Continue reading Moving amongst the flowerbeds…
Joyful Spring
Again I reflect upon the change of seasons and my internal season. I do detect incremental changes. It's time to celebrate with an expression unedited from my soul in art and a poem. The leaves of trees budBirds dance and twitter with joyMy heart is laughing My art is moving Art-thaw of winter cracks wide … Continue reading Joyful Spring
Moments in Nature
While cat-sitting for family, I've embraced creativity through knitting and up-cycling projects, inspired by nature. My poem reflects on the lives of the bee, bird, and cat, highlighting how each embodies aspects of my own journey and connections. Moments of rest and observation bring joy.
The Conversation: a short story
The story, inspired by Degas’ painting, features two women, Karine and Monique, embracing independence through cycling and birdwatching, discussing societal norms and women's liberation in late 1880s France.
How am I doing?
I hope you are well. You might be wondering how I am doing, so I will tell you. I am so over this air-boot thing that I have to wear for my ankle! I can't wait for next Monday. Counting the days. Not that I won't still wear it but that is when I start … Continue reading How am I doing?
Blue Bird in the Cuppa Life
Over Easter we had a wonderful holiday spending time with our family (Derek's siblings included). We hired some cottages on the eastern coast and it was a heavenly place called Lake Pleasant. We enjoyed a lot of time together but we also had time to ourselves. This is when I wrote this little story. We … Continue reading Blue Bird in the Cuppa Life
Sitting quietly is a gift.
I acknowledge the long unexplained silence As I sit upon my patio Gazing at my foresty-garden: Autumn rains it's leaves in gusts of winds Pitter-patter to the ground In the lull, like the in-breath, a leaf drifts Down to touch the ground Like a little foraging bird. Leaves leaving the branch akin to letting go. … Continue reading Sitting quietly is a gift.
Self-doubt
Black and white pen sketch, 2015, Morag Noffke. Putting plans into actions Is much like sowing seeds My critical thoughts Attack my ideas Like birds pecking At seeds, Eating away at my own goodness. How many seeds are left to grow? If I want to see a harvest I need to to put up a … Continue reading Self-doubt
Morag Noffke 