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Spring is fading –

Against the tumbledown house

Wisteria weeps.


(c) Jackie Le Poidevin

For Carpe Diem:  a carpet of purple

And here are the two haiku I wrote for the Carpe Diem kukai back in March before the wisteria came into bloom here in the UK.

Bare and twisted,

Amid crowds of crocuses,

Wisteria waits.


March wisteria –

On old, twisted branches hangs



(c) Jackie Le Poidevin


The area of Eastbourne at the foot of Beachy Head is called Holywell. The name comes from a spring that seeps through the cliffs and emerges underneath a chalk outcrop known as Pinnacle Point. Most of the springwater is now collected at a pumping station next to the point, and only a trickle comes out on the beach at a little grotto.

Holywell is pronounced “Hollywell”, so no one knows if people once thought the site was holy or if the well was simply near a holly tree. But it certainly feels magical, far removed in time from the town’s apartments and ice-cream kiosks. When I was out walking there a couple of days ago, there was a guy playing an alpine horn (one of those horns that’s so long the base rests on the ground) in front of the grotto, which was unexpected! Even more surprising, there were flowers growing on the cliff face, including several of these blue spikes. I believe they’re Viper’s Bugloss or Echium Vulgare.

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I was particularly struck by this one pointing towards the pinnacle.

pinnacle point

Well’s miracle,

Chalk towers flowering blue,

Pinnacle points.


(c) Jackie Le Poidevin

Linked to Carpe Diem: A lovely name. Holywell and Pinnacle Point are certainly both lovely names but none of the Echium’s many names do it justice – it’s also called blueweed, adderwort, blue devil and snake flower, among other things.

Blue-eyed daisies –

Sun seekers from a far land,

Gazing out to sea.


(c) Jackie Le Poidevin

In honour of the lovely display of osteospermum (also known as the African daisy, Cape daisy or blue-eyed daisy) on Eastbourne’s seafront this year. I’ll post a photo another time.


Among cherry branches

Bird song.


(c) Jackie Le Poidevin


First cherry blossoms –

Today, even the wind

Holds its breath.


(c) Jackie Le Poidevin

Update: Just after I posted this, Chevrefeuille put up his latest prompt on Carpe Diem, which is pranayana (breath control). Not sure this really fits the brief but it seems rather serendipitous, so I’m going to link in anyway.


Shedding winter green,

Dressed in red, photinia

Defies the seasons.


(c) Jackie Le Poidevin

For Carpe Diem Young Leaves

Faded daffodils

In cherry blossoms’ shade –

Rainclouds gather.


(c) Jackie Le Poidevin

For Carpe Diem: wheel of creation

Amid first blossoms,

The wren waggles her tail,

Singing undaunted.


For Carpe Diem: wren.

The wren is a classical kigo for winter because this is the only time it can supposedly be seen. However, we had a pair nesting in our garden a few years ago and I saw one maybe a month ago in my local park, though I guess you could argue that was the end of winter rather than the start of spring. I heard this very loud song right next to the path and there, on a branch, was a wren, singing to a mate, who she (or he) eventually flew off to join. Of course, they’re so tiny, I would never have seen her if it had been summer and the branch had been covered with leaves.


Freshly clipped box ball.

Secateurs spare one long sprig.

Ladybird sleeps on.


(c) Jackie Le Poidevin

Well-trodden pavement.

Today, on that old tree,

Magnolias bloom.


(c) Jackie Le Poidevin

For Carpe Diem: ancient road.