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What a contrast … the light and happy of childhood; the big looming, world outside of childhood, not always light and happy. Love the photos
oooh, I saw some yesterday, snuggled up against forget-me-nots along the acequia … not as abundant as yours!
Wonderful…you had me at the title. Then I was pleasantly surprised by the depth and darkness stirring in the light. Loved it. 🙂
I’m delighted you enjoyed the darkness evoked in the golden glow. I think some have found it an uncomfortable mix 🙂
Beautiful post, Seonaid. I was out admiring the buttercups today, too. 🙂
They’re hard to resist Robin, bringing smiles and fond childhood memories 🙂
Awwww… you let reality creep in! 🙂
I know…..terrible of me!!
But all that golden light is bound to attract a little darkness 🙂
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!
Ahh the yellow glow under a friends chin!
Yes….and the “do you love….” game!
Gorgeous pics which brought back great childhood memories for me too. 🙂
I can’t help but be transported back into endless childhood summers spent in among the hay and wildflowers whenever I see drifts of buttercups!
There is such magic in a field of wildflowers — it’s such a casual gift of nature.
Penny what a gorgeous phrase….a casual gift of nature.
It does seem as though the endless golden cups are scattered carelessly across the green grass 🙂
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.
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!!
A delightful read, thank you.
Delighted you enjoyed the haiku Mike
Lovely work, Seonaid!
Thanks Dina, it was harder than I expected to catch the effect I wanted….the one I could see with my eyes…..I nearly caught what I was after 🙂
So enchanting!
🙂
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 🙂
Thanks Rachael, drifts of buttercups always catch my eye and make me smile.
You expressed the intention of the haiku perfectly