there was so much blue today
the sky was full
and over-brimming
caught among the outspread petals
of meadow flowers
a rain of light
the sky poured
a molten prism
here gold
there the cooled distillation of space
drops
fan-petaled blue
dance in the soft morning light
blanch and shrink from the heat
and the fierce face of the sun
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So beautiful 💜
Thanks Willow. I’m fond of these flowers.
Are they a cornflower?
No, I don’t think they’re related. It’s chicory, grows in meadows and likes dry conditions, I think. Cows eat it as well as people 🙂
It’s lovely isn’t it 💜
Lovely blue. It’s one of those flowers that are light sensitive so by lunchtime it’s closed up and the colour faded.
Lol a shrinking violet 💜💜
It is a bit 🙂
💜
I kept thinking that the shape of the flowers from today and earlier reminded me of something. And this is it: “fan-petaled blue.” They’re the fans from which we get our fans. Our inspiration for them–better than Da Vinci who might have been inspired by flowers, too.
I’m glad there was–now is, thanks to you–this day of blue and gold.
I’m pleased to show it to you. They are such a pretty colour, a really rich display.
I just read your comment about blue, and then saw this poem.
Lovely words and flowers (chicory?). I like “fan-petaled blue.” 😀
Thank you. Yes, it’s chicory. It likes this bit of bank. And of course it’s very blue 🙂
Yes. I too a photo of some today, too. 😀
Of course you did, this morning I expect 🙂
Of course! 😀
Beautiful—words and images. 💕
Thank you, Laura 🙂
This is a gorgeous poem Jane! I’ve done a Twitter link. Big hug to you with many thanks for your lovely words and photos! I’ve never seen so many cheerful chicory flowers 🙂 Stay cool my friend xx
Thanks Liz! They are pretty, aren’t they? Maybe they were planted on purpose as forage for the cows, but they certainly grow in abundance on this particular spot.
They do look like they are reflecting the sky or have poured out if it. (K)
They are almost but not quite lavender, almost but not quite sky blue, but the colour of the sky seems impossible to reproduce (despite Maxfield Parrish).
Pigments can only ever approach the actual color.
Or create an impression we recognise.
Simple amazing! Thank you for sharing, Jane! Blows the mind up very positive. Michael
I’m pleased you liked it!
Thank you Jane. Its great!
🙂