Archives for the day of: March 8, 2015


Showy daffodils

Trumpet through the parks, snowdrops

Throng in sheltered glens.


On wind-blown clifftop,

Only ‘shrinking’ violet

Dares to flower.


Low under hawthorn,

Without fanfare she unfurls

Her tiny, bold buds.


(c) Jackie Le Poidevin

For Carpe Diem: Violet

I hadn’t been planning to write anything for this prompt but we were walking on the Seven Sisters (a row of chalk cliffs overlooking the English Channel) yesterday. The sun had gone in, the wind had picked up and it was feeling rather bracing. So I was amazed to spot, sheltering under a low bush, a patch of violets – and it’s not even mid-March yet.

The term ‘shrinking violet’ was apparently coined by the poet Leigh Hunt.


Seaside at sundown,

My son drags a long shadow

And a broken kite.


(c) Jackie Le Poidevin

For Carpe Diem: Kite

No photo for this one – not least because my son is now 17!