Buttercup Dreams

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Glowing petal cups
Gathering light and pleasure
Filling gaps in time

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Endless childhood play
Between hay and buttercups
Before dreams shatter

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Soft breeze stirred fields sway
Golden butter loving chins
Laugh while poison grows

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Hi, I'm Seonaid, and I live by the banks of the River Esk near Edinburgh, Scotland. I currently share my home with my husband, my son, my nephew and a collection of cats and dogs. I am forever snapping shots of things which catch my eye. I love art which is here now and gone tomorrow...like food and nature...but also have a passion for vintage and the ancient past! I guess I'm a mixed up kind of girl. I have been using and teaching mindfulness and relaxation for over 10 years, and have yet to become any sort of expert :-) I'm a Psychotherapist, and I'm employed 3 days a week as a Cancer Support Specialist in Maggies Cancer Centre.
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28 Responses to Buttercup Dreams

  1. LB says:

    What a contrast … the light and happy of childhood; the big looming, world outside of childhood, not always light and happy. Love the photos

  2. dadirri7 says:

    oooh, I saw some yesterday, snuggled up against forget-me-nots along the acequia … not as abundant as yours!

  3. Wonderful…you had me at the title. Then I was pleasantly surprised by the depth and darkness stirring in the light. Loved it. :)

  4. Robin says:

    Beautiful post, Seonaid. I was out admiring the buttercups today, too. :)

  5. colonialist says:

    Awwww… you let reality creep in! :)

  6. Leya says:

    Lovely – but a bit sad too. Is it growing up that is poisonous? My first thought was in fact that the buttercups are not good for the grazing cattle – that milk from them get a false taste I know.

    • I think sadness tinges happiness, the shadow of the light!
      Growing up isn’t poisonous, but the world we grow into is far less sweet and treacherous than the hayfields and wildflowers! Buttercups are of course poisonous….here cattle will avoid them in fields unless they are very hungry as they are an intestinal irritant!

  7. Lucid Gypsy says:

    Ahh the yellow glow under a friends chin!

  8. Gorgeous pics which brought back great childhood memories for me too. :)

  9. icelandpenny says:

    There is such magic in a field of wildflowers — it’s such a casual gift of nature.

  10. gwynnrogers says:

    This poem has me analyzing and wondering. Are you talking about the beauty of childhood, but as we grow dreams sometimes shatter. The question in my mind is that childhood can be beautiful, but sometimes in our innocence we don’t see what our life entails or lurks around us. Your poem is thought-provoking and I love your photography. I AM curious about your thinking.

    • Gwynn, you caught my meaning perfectly.
      The sweet beauty of dreamtime play in the hay field among the flowers and sun, must inevitably end…..perhaps just for tea…..but in the end we can’t stay there among the sweet peace of the flowers.
      The darker aspects of life grow unnoticed all around us, just as the poison grows inside the pretty buttercups :-)
      Delighted you caught my gist, and enjoyed the results.

  11. Hmmm … I’m not sure I’m reading this one correctly Seonaid. A bit of darkness in the recesses? Memories of seemingly ‘…endless childhood play,’ are pleasant memories, aren’t they? Adulthood doesn’t necessarily, or entirely, shatter and poison … at least the memoires? And we find adult expressions of childhood ‘play,’ don’t we? Or, perhaps I have read this entirely wrong … a distinct possibility in my case. D

    • Alway darkness in the recesses of the light David :-)
      The shattering in the second haiku is referring to the breaking of the sweet timeless dreamtime play out in the hayfield. Reality…perhaps even just the call in for tea…..breaks the spell.
      The poison in the third refers to the poison growing in the buttercups, which look sweet but are in fact a severe skin and intestinal irritant……and to the loss of innocence as we leave the dream fields and enter the politics of life!!

  12. Mike says:

    A delightful read, thank you.

  13. Dina says:

    Lovely work, Seonaid!

  14. ladyfi says:

    So enchanting!

  15. Rachael Charmley says:

    Your photographs are lovely – I love the visual effect of drifts of wildflowers. The group of haikus are initially revelling in the positive image we all hold in our memories – and then, in an understated yet menacing way – you remind us they are poisonous. Glorious :-)

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