Monday, March 4, 2013

"A Rusted Tub"


The Burren Perfumery, County Clare, Ireland--September 2010
         The Burren Perfumery snuggles at the end of a winding road used more by cattle than cars. Even at the end of the flowering season, its gardens hold delightful surprises for the idle traveler. Somehow, among the endless expanse of rock, nature takes root with riotous blossoms, feathery ferns, and ivy clinging to mortar and bark.   

          A narrow footpath takes the wanderer into sunshine standing shoulder high. To the right, the soft morning shadows shelter fern precariously clinging to stone.


           Meandering leads to an old rusted bathtub filled with blossoms and promises. I wonder about bathing in flowers and moonbeams in this mystical land.



Copyright 2012 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

1 comment:

  1. and, for me, whispering to fairies. beautiful word imagery .

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