Leigh Goodwin

The Red Queen admonishes Alice

The Red Queen thought so too 😎

And in later years he strove long to learn what can be learned, in silence, from the eyes of animals, the flight of birds, the great slow gestures of trees.

A breathtaking sunset bathes RSPB Arne in golden light, casting a warm glow over a sea of vibrant heather and lush green ferns. A lone pine tree stands tall in the foreground, its dark silhouette contrasting against the soft pink and orange hues of the sky. The landscape stretches into the distance, dotted with scattered trees, as the last rays of sunlight streak through the branches. A scene full of colour, warmth, and the quiet magic of a late summer evening.

Lighter evenings incoming… ☀️

In just four weeks, the sun will be setting after 7pm, giving us more time for birdsong, golden skies, and peaceful walks...

What have you spotted in nature this weekend? Share below! 👇

wheatfield wind
the sky stitched shut
with black wings
#haiku #poetry

That is between me and my shadow.

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They're my favorites 😎💛
tiny, cranky, loud & lovely

First Peoples know them as messengers & symbols of truth

Oh, I love Klimt. I imagine that was marvelous!

I remember so vividly the shock of realizing the difference that seeing great art in person can make.

And I agree with you, there is a true timelessness about those experiences 💚🌿

💙💙💙💛☀️🌿

Yep. I had to learn that wearing socks in bed means aching knees: they keep me from moving my feet enough.

Of course I'm the girl who broke her thigh bone just getting into bed...

I hope the knee is just cranky & feels better soon 💛

she's my perfect avatar: white sleeve, linen bodice pearl earring gleaming, hands intent on quill & paper dreaming herself a poet painting detail

On Frost's Road Not Taken

Words escape us,
carry their own agendas—
we build narratives both
with intentions & blindness.

Words are twisty. Sacred
& secretive.

Only the heart knows
the true temperature of blood
only the hand knows
the truth it meant to write.

#poem L.C. Goodwin
#art Vermeer

Intimacy, to me,
is not skin-
it is sight.

The quiet recognition
of being understood
without performance.

It is minds touching first,
ideas unfolding like open hands,
souls leaning closer

in the sacred space
between
your truth
and mine.

HAIKU
Trees stand stark, naked,
Unafraid of winter’s cold,
Trusting in the spring.

#micropoetry #poetry #haiku #haikusaturday #haikupoem
#poetrycommunity #nature #trees #winter #spring

you're very kind 💛

💙💙💙☀️🌿

The dragons are dangerous, yes. They can do harm, yes. But they're not evil. They're beneath our morality, if you will, like any animal. Or beyond it. They have nothing to do with it.
We must choose and choose again. The animals need only be and do. We're yoked, and they're free.

held upright, piercing a golden crown, circled with a flower-vine: Ace of Swords Tarot card illustration

Talisman

over the lintel of the door

(the fairy sword)
both binds and cuts—

if you have need of either, he will answer to your hand

🗡🌹

prose #poem Robin McKinley
#art David Palladini
#fairytales

#resist

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Dumbo Bambi!!

💙💙💙💛☀️🌿

Thank you 💙💙💙☀️

there's a bonus #haiku in the Alt Text

cold layers of morning clouds part for driven wings warm feathered hearts photograph

high silence breaks in
far calls, winged heartbeats
returned to home waters

🌬🪶

#poem L.C. Goodwin
#art R. Drummond
#haiku #micropoem
#CallAndResponse

#resist

Tell me again why Felon47 REALLY DESERVES a Nobel Peace Prize?

Second "war" against Iran within 9 months.

The only peace he wants is what he'll get if we stop looking at
• the Epstein files
• his ongoing, open theft of $$$ billions from Americans

#CongressMustAct
#GOPisResponsible

#resist

awake behind the window
patiently
night awaits her

🌙

#poem L.C. Goodwin
#haiku #micropoem #paintku
Edward Hopper

#resist

putting my previously quote-posted entry here, joining the ongoing conversation 🤍🌙

It's fascinating to me how many see her as lonely or in a negative mood.

That's never been my reaction to this painting...

Hello? Hello? Democratic leadership? Anyone home? Helloo????

When butterflies die, they are laid to rest in the opaline grove, a place where myth becomes memory. Chitin-lidded & iridescent, cocoon coffins unpetal themselves. The chrysalis is calling them home, offering to spin time into silk and self into translucency, turning them into keepsakes for the sky. She remembers each of them, their particular flutter and wild prismatic song. She misses each of them, too, every single one, and spells their requiems in pearly drops of dew. And when the butterfly corpses dream, all the leaves and blades of grass shiver, as if thinking of wings.

#WeirdMicro Opaline Grove 🦋✨ #writingcommunity

dawn sun on my left hand I turn my head westerly to the rampart range that shields us from the sea photograph: Olympic Mountains, Dawn

a reminder of the arc that bends, from Say Not the Struggle Nought Availeth—

And not by eastern windows only,
When daylight comes, comes in the light,

In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly,
But westward, look, the land is bright.

☀️

#poem excerpt: A.H. Clough
#art Nick Hoke

#resist

at dusk
larks still singing
over the bulldozer

#haiku

I tell myself generations
of larks will still sing, long
after that 'dozer goes to rust

#haiku
#CallAndResponse

#resist

clear water deep spring-water, from spillpipe to stone bowl photograph

Nights Like These

I want to cook for you,
so you will forget
I have tasted sour

I want to cover your eyes
murmur lullabies

I want to rub balm on your skin

I have taken you for granted

when I should love you
as parched lips would receive water

#poem excerpt: Jessica Moser
#art Chaoss

#resist

over clouds she strides fearless, gull beside her, toward a tall white portal digital art

Then break the silence with a voice of praise;

Open the door that opens toward the sky;

Press mind and body hard against this world,

Before we fall asleep, before we die.

☀️✨️

#poem excerpt: John Holmes
#art 9jedit

#resist

over clouds she strides fearless, gull beside her, toward a tall white portal digital art

Then break the silence with a voice of praise;

Open the door that opens toward the sky;

Press mind and body hard against this world,

Before we fall asleep, before we die.

☀️✨️

#poem excerpt: John Holmes
#art 9jedit

#resist