Broadcasting mettā via unattributed postcards
At the sound of a gate through the evening air:
At the foot of her slope are the tiny cows
Stilled like a painting in the morning calm
While the stream-side oaks spray whorls of crows.
From “By Silbury” by Adam Thorpe
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The trees are in their autumn beauty,
The woodland paths are dry,
Under the October twilight the water
Mirrors a still sky;
Upon the brimming water among the stones
Are nine-and-fifty swans.
From “The Wild Swans at Coole” by W.B. Yeats
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sky brilliant and alive, stars electric
after rain, the aftermath of storm
searing through my brain
From “Storm, Lake Superior” by Ethna McKiernan
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Because I found
a thousand small pleasures that made me want to live, and
they were bridges, birdsong, strawberries, sunlight and lambs.
From “Why I Stayed” by Traci Brimhall
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I’ve been working with Nursing Homes Ireland on a project to send postcards to residents of nursing homes who for many weeks now have been unable to visit in person with loved ones.
During these difficult times I’ve also been reading a lot of poetry, particularly ones about the beauty of the natural world. It struck me that bits of poetry fit beautifully on postcards!
My current project is sending poetry postcards to residents in nursing homes in Ireland, beginning with Kenmare Nursing Home.