Spring Quiet
Gone were but the Winter,
Come were but the Spring,
I would go to a covert
Where the birds sing.
Come were but the Spring,
I would go to a covert
Where the birds sing.
Where in the whitethom
Singeth a thrush,
And a robin sings
In the holly-bush.
Full of fresh scents
Are the budding boughs
Arching high over
A cool green house:
Are the budding boughs
Arching high over
A cool green house:
Full of sweet scents,
And whispering air
Which sayeth softly:
"We spread no snare;
And whispering air
Which sayeth softly:
"We spread no snare;
"Here dwell in safety,
Here dwell alone,
With a clear stream
And a mossy stone.
Here dwell alone,
With a clear stream
And a mossy stone.
Here the sun shineth
Most shadily;
Here is heard an echo
Of the far sea,
Though far off it be."
Most shadily;
Here is heard an echo
Of the far sea,
Though far off it be."
The
Outfit:
Vintage fur cape: made by granny Kiki for Kiki Couture in the 30s/40s
Red dress: bought in a charity shop, originally from Whistles
Red cloche hat: bought in the sale from Village Hats (www.hatsandcaps.co.uk)
Vintage patent mary jane shoes: granny Kiki's in the 30s
Vintage gold heart locket:
An heirloom handed down through the generations.
As a child, I placed those photographs of the two of us in the locket after my dear mum gave it to me.
Beaded handbag:
a gift from my aunt and uncle years ago.
The
Soundtrack
Paul Weller: Wild Wood
All photographs
taken by me, self portraits using the self timer on my cheap digital camera.
I'm delighted to be a part of Visible Monday, hosted by the lovely Patti from www.notdeadyetstyle.blogspot.co.uk, click on the
website link to see her outfit and those of many others.
