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Winter’s Last Breath by Oonah V. Joslin


Blow me a blow of wind high in the tops.
Leafless, still leafless, lifeless winter drops
whiter than bone and through hard bitten ground
delicate bells push up and make no sound.


Withered Wind, The Linnet's Wings House Art

Continued

The Music of the Night

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The Old Man's Hat

The Linnet's Wings House Art, Christmas Canzonette, 2022

Deer in Mountain Stream

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Baking for Christmas

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A Ferret Playing In the Woods

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The Woodsman at Work

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The Mermaid

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The Mermaid
Alfred Lord Tennyson
1809-1892

I

Who would be
A mermaid fair,
Singing alone,
Combing her hair
Under the sea,
In a golden curl
With a comb of pearl,
On a throne?


II

I would be a mermaid fair;
I would sing to myself the whole of the day;
With a comb of pearl I would comb my hair;
And still as I comb'd I would sing and say,
'Who is it loves me? who loves not me?'
I would comb my hair till my ringlets would fall
Low adown, low adown,
From under my starry sea-bud crown
Low adown and around,
And I should look like a fountain of gold
Springing alone
With a shrill inner sound
Over the throne
In the midst of the hall;
Till that great sea-snake under the sea
From his coiled sleeps in the central deeps
Would slowly trail himself sevenfold
Round the hall where I sate, and look in at the gate
With his large calm eyes for the love of me.
And all the mermen under the sea
Would feel their immortality
Die in their hearts for the love of me.

III

But at night I would wander away, away,
I would fling on each side my low-flowing locks,
And lightly vault from the throne and play
With the mermen in and out of the rocks;
We would run to and fro, and hide and seek,
On the broad sea-wolds in the crimson shells,
Whose silvery spikes are nighest the sea.
But if any came near I would call and shriek,
And adown the steep like a wave I would leap
From the diamond-ledges that jut from the dells;
For I would not be kiss'd by all who would list
Of the bold merry mermen under the sea.
They would sue me, and woo me, and flatter me,
In the purple twilights under the sea;
But the king of them all would carry me,
Woo me, and win me, and marry me,
In the branching jaspers under the sea.
Then all the dry-pied things that be
In the hueless mosses under the sea
Would curl round my silver feet silently,
All looking up for the love of me.
And if I should carol aloud, from aloft
All things that are forked, and horned, and soft
Would lean out from the hollow sphere of the sea,
All looking down for the love of me. See less
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The Corncrake

The Linnet's Wings House Art

Corncrakes are part of the rail family. They are related to moorhens, coots and rails but differ from most members of the family in that they live on dry land. Corncrakes are surprisingly small; they are only a little bigger than a blackbird. This Schedule 1 species is very secretive, spending most of its time hidden in tall vegetation, its presence only betrayed by its rasping call.

In flight, their bright chestnut wings and trailing legs are unmistakable. They are summer visitors and migrate to Africa for the winter.

James Dean, A Walk on the Wild Side

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Walk on the Wild Side, Lou Reed

[Verse 1]
Holly came from Miami, F-L-A
Hitchhiked her way across the U.S.A.
Plucked her eyebrows on the way
Shaved her legs and then he was a she

[Chorus]
She says, "Hey babe, take a walk on the wild side"
Said, "Hey honey, take a walk on the wild side"

[Verse 2]
Candy came from out on the Island
In the backroom, she was everybody's darling
But she never lost her head
Even when she was giving head


[Chorus]
She says, "Hey babe, take a walk on the wild side"
Said, "Hey babe, take a walk on the wild side"

[Post-Chorus]
And the colored girls go
Doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
Doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
Doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
Doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
Doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
Doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
Doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
Doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
Doo

[Verse 3]
Little Joe never once gave it away
Everybody had to pay and pay
A hustle here and a hustle there
New York City is the place where they said

[Chorus]
"Hey babe, take a walk on the wild side"
I said, "Hey Joe, take a walk on the wild side"

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[Verse 4]
Sugar Plum Fairy came and hit the streets
Looking for soul food and a place to eat
Went to the Apollo
You should've seen him go, go, go

[Chorus]
They said, "Hey sugar, take a walk on the wild side"
I said, "Hey babe, take a walk on the wild side"
Alright, huh

[Verse 5]
Jackie is just speeding away
Thought she was James Dean for a day
Then I guess she had to crash
Valium would've helped that bash

[Chorus]
She said, "Hey babe, take a walk on the wild side"
I said, "Hey honey, take a walk on the wild side"

[Post-Chorus]
And the colored girls say
Doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
Doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
Doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
Doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
Doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
Doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
Doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
Doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
Doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
Doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
Doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
Doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
Doo

Lear's Owl and Pussy-Cat

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The Owl and the Pussy-Cat
By Edward Lear

I

The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five-pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
"O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!"

II
Pussy said to the Owl, "You elegant fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! too long we have tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring?"
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-Tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose,
His nose,
His nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.

III
"Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?" Said the Piggy, "I will."
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.

Horror of Horrors

Horror of Horrors the News is About, it's white meat eat day so it's turkey time out ... The Linnet's Wings House Art

24/11/2022

Violets Blowing in the Wind

About the Flowers:
Is that Violetta there? She is very pink: there on her cheek, it was not there this morning, what do you think? Do you think Violetta is pink?
Yes, I think Violetta has a little pink on her cheek, but it's a reflection of her hair: look at her hair, it's red!
Yes, but do you agree that Violetta is pink?
No, I do not agree, I think Violetta looks more like Iris ...
Now Iris is pink more days than not. Iris works, and outdoors is difficult in the wind, so Iris has a pink complexion ---The Linnet's Wings House ArtThe Linnet's Wings House Art

Krazy Kat

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The Homoiconian Rest Home--

One can’t visit unless one is invited, no cameras or tape recorders are allowed.
Imagine my delight when my old friend, and flame, Krazy Kat sent me a small perfumed pink envelop with the
enclosed message, writ by hand:

“My darlink pepe
plese come my way
I wants so much to see you today"

The Homoiconian Rest Home by Pepe Nero

Winter Maple

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The North wind doth blow and we shall have snow,/And what will poor robin do then, poor thing?/He’ll sit in a barn and keep himself warm/and hide his head under his wing, poor thing.

Epigraph: The Linnet's Wings Christmas Canzonet (2016)

A Poet at Work

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Beach Ball

The Linnet's Wings House Copy
Taken from 'The Sorrow'

Autumn Squall

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Some days are just made for horror and a Parisian with that amazing French accent could roll those r's down a big fat mountain.Or even give them a couple of wallops with a stick and they'd tumble on their own. But Jack and Jill climbed up the hill to fetch a pail of water, and there was a hole in the bucket!!

Conference of the Parties 27, 2022

Preparatory Work

Preparatory work for a decorative stain in red and green by Koloman Moser

Climate Change Kid

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One awakens sights where wild notes trawl,
Scatters light for pure recall,
For a cloud is just a cast,
A veil that falls from sky's high mast
The young fairy hummed a do re me meme me!
I am a Maccabee bee bee.

Hi, I’m Lacey Maccabee and I live, and I work on the edge of the sound, I crochet from day fine darts of light and thread spirit paths through to the write.

The write is a copy of thoughts that abound. And images not used in the play are kept in a lot on star-based ground where they’re stored in a web for another new day when they are filtered back into the earth-s live round, in places, in works, in notes, scales and wind before being spiraled and pinned.

And I have the new scene and it’s ready to spin

Hear ye o hear ye , come on and join in ….

Sunset in Faro Portugal

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Half Bitten Apple

Artist, Cathy Giles

It was a counter-intuitive drive that mined the collective aura by syphoning off copies of all good thoughts with the purpose of using them to furnish the land with valuable jeweled seams of shimmering pearl and diamond light that glowed from within.

The grid was the measuring rule for the king who oversaw the area. It fell from the sky on a silver chord that was positioned over 100 arable acres; meadows of gold bordered by lively ditches undulated under the invisible mist like presence.

The 'TC’ were the tribe and each member was responsible for the care of a square inch of land. Their primary description was to refill the weather verse, to maintain a balance.

And COP27 was where it was at ...where the cats met.

Achill Island

2007, The Linnet's Wings House Art

Blackbird in Flight by Carole Mannheim

Blackbird in Flight, Photoart from our 'Blackbird Dock' Issue


Dear Citizen,
Love is a proposition when if A is true and B is true then C flows true too …

love suffuses, melts, rushes, cares, protects, defends, makes warm memories, composes avas, cooks, mends, works, shops, budgets, wakes days, blesses nights, worries lack, understands.

Love is blue skies tumbling through grey cloud, a sun kiss spelling comfort, a dove’s deep cooing.

Love is a gentle day, breaking, heat rising off a favourite street, afternoon tea in front of a cosy fire, a good book, the light in a child’s eye, a grandparent’s worry, mum and dad, the helping hand from a neighbour

Love is a verb, a creative noun, an adverb and adjective. Love is a painting, a drawing, a sketch, it’s watercolour and oil, mixed. Love is endeavour

Love is good, best and better than all of us put together.

Love never grows old,
Love is faithful,
Love never dies.

Mari, '22

Sunset on the Mind

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String of Pearls

The Linnet's Wings House Art (01/11/2022)


Before the word 'but' everything is two dimensional; nothing is realized in perspective, in form. 'But' is the porter that comes knocking on the name hammered into the gate that opens onto the path that opens-out the way to fate. Before but there's only me, you, him, her, all alone. Pretending. 'But' is the little difference when one starts to play in a world that is set on its way.

Horror of Horrors. It's that Time Again

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First Communion

Watercolor on Card
Judith A.Lawrence

Family Outing, Path of the Twisted Scribles

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The Dayspring

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Players

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Where Dreams are Adrift

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(Used in our Indigo 2022 issue)

Turtle Tureen

Watercolor on Card by Judith A. Lawrence
Used in our 'Indigo' issue 2022

Olden Streets

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(Used in our 'Indigo' issue, 2022)

Folk Love

The Linnet's Wings House Art 2022
(Used in our 'Indigo' issue)

In the Mood

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Used in 'Indigo' Autumn 2022

Eat the Peach

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(from our 'Indigo' issue)

September Ditch

Watercolor on Card by Lisa J. Cihlar
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(from our 'Indigo' issue)

To Compute Form

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On a Mission

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(from 'Cats with Attitude' series)

Yes Prime Minister

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Murmuration

Watercolor on Card by Lisa J. Cihlar
(from our 'Indigo' issue)

Haymade

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People Wondering Through Books and Stories

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Gazing at the Moon

Judith A. Lawrence, Watercolor on Card, 2022
(from our 'Indigo' issue)


The Wind Maker

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The Seven Sisters

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