Philippa R. Francis

@philippa.bsky.social

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Writer, reader, photographer . . . https://ko-fi.com/philippa

In the photo, yellow Welsh poppies (meconopsis cambrica) have found a place to hide from the heat. The poem reads: paper-fine faces creased / backdoor boot-brush neighbours:/ nodding shade-needers
In the photo, long stems of delicate blooms move in a breeze. A tag gives their botanic name. The poem reads: passing gasps disturb/ intrude on calm labelled plants:/ loveliness flutters
In the photo, many dark leaves of black elder bushes seem to climb over a coastal fence. Some already have brine-damaged tips. The poem reads: ready-bronzed hordes come/ clambering pales by the prom:/ salt-burns unthought of
In the photo, a yellow flag iris blooms above a throng of pink sea thrift. The poem reads: sun-gilded temple/ prayer flags unfurled first light:/ crowds bring offerings
In the photo, wild sea kale flowers in the tiny joint between a concrete path and a breeze block wall. The poem reads: honey-mouthed dots pop/ loose unruly splurging weeds:/ interrupting grey
The photo shows a small rusted boat-winch in a coastal garden. The poem reads: salt-skinned sea-facing/ garden-browned retiree/ pulls folk off the beach
The photo shows the globe of an allium flower in close-up. The poem reads: pink mechanism/ springs primed for seed dispersal:/ geodesic thrills
In the photo, early morning buttercups arise from being flattened by a mower. The poem reads: morning cups readied/ yesterday’s blade-dodgers rise:/ seeking chins to test
In the photo, a potted plant seems to reach toward its own silhouette in the evening light. The poem reads: straps tenderly stroke/ marvel at wall-cast shadows:/time the sun went home
In the photo, an elderflower is coming into bloom. The poem reads: strands of scent told first/ next shelf-held icing sugar:/ sweet blizzards to come
In the photo, two plant pots bask in an afternoon glow. One is large, the other small and their foliage looks like spiky hair. The poem reads: me and mini-me/ matching strands artfully styled:/ out catching the sun
In the photo, nettles surge past white allium flowers onto a playing field . The poem reads: a stinging tide swells/ tossing broken globes of foam:/ sports ground erosion
In the photo, a horse is seen stretching to reach long grass beyond a wire fence. The poem reads: double-decker shot cheek twisted/ against hot glass:/ effort rewarded
In the photo, a full moon shines above a twilit rooftop with a skylight and a round window at the end of a gable. The poem reads: blinds up night air in/ eyes across a cooling street:/ neighbours greet again
In the photo, white alliums lean lopsidedly beside some rough turf. The poem reads: down behind nettles/runaways sprawl at the rec:/heat-wearied bouquets
In the photo, ivy hangs mostly in the shadow of a fence. Some is Hedera helix 'Glacier' edged in white; other leaves are lit up. The poem reads: shady side ivy/ pallid tips with winter hints:/ sun nourished veins
In the photo, two magenta tulips shine. Pollen speckles their glossy petals. The poem reads: deluxe silk sisters/ almost party night perfect:/ shedding glamour-dust
Muckle Flugga by Michael Pedersen. This brightly coloured book cover shows a lighthouse surrounded by stormy weather and waves. Two silhouettes stand beside the lighthouse base
In the photo, lush plants grow under the shade of an old apple tree. Someone had leant roof tiles against a wall and sunshine falls in bright splashes. The poem reads: slant tiles divert damp/ moisten hedge bedstraw/ tend ferns:/ boughs allow highlights
Wide open blooms crowd one side of the image. The poem reads: hot-lipped photobombs/ eager gapes with shaded throats:/ tulips queue for light
Wide open blooms crowd one side of the image. The poem reads: hot-lipped photobombs/ eager gapes with shaded throats:/ tulips queue for light
In the photo, shadows of leaves and branches pattern a lawn. The poem reads: remnant apple tree/ chopped into resurrection:/ graceful lawn artist
In the photo, a pot overflows with a crowd of flame-coloured tulips. The poem reads: clustered fans rise up/ volcanic joy unified:/ dormant bulbs erupt
In the photo, a pot full of splendid blooms appear to watch over neatly organised garden equipment. The poem reads: upright luminous this guard of honour exults: toolshed pals hang back
In the photo, a backlit single bloom reflects on the surface of a glazed pot for a moment. The poem reads: such brief exposure/ little tulip holds the light:/ recreates a heart
In the photo, yellow and orange flowers wave on long stems, their frilly petals blown in every direction. The poem reads: wind-swayed pole dancers/ skirts held - laughing at updraughts:/ Marilyn moment
In the photo, an orange tulip with splayed tips resembles a Khmer dancer's hand. The poem reads: determined sunlight/ articulates flame-petals:/ Apsara gestures
The photo shows a dull grey wall beside a narrow glimpse of a lush garden. The poem reads: garageside alley/ unpredicted thin vista:/ wind blurred wall-hanging
In the photo, drifts of flowers change subtly from violet to yellow. The poem reads: colour-change garden/ cloudshade refreshes the blues:/ cups of sun assist
In the photo, a serene clay head rests among foliage and flowers. The poem reads: bald contemplative/ leaf-listening/ still/ immersed:/ garden-wise golem
In the photo, many flowering plants encroach on raised flagstones. The poem reads: festival staging/ a wind-animated crowd:/ summer’s late entrance
In the photo two garden escapees, a spiky herb and a grey-green succulent, appear to hide. The poem reads: round a hot corner/ two pals avoid recapture:/ rosemary/ stonecrop
Pale shingle fills a path up to a wave of small purple and blue flowers. A few larger rounded stones lie on top as if dropped by an ebbing tide. The poem reads: beach tribute pebbles/ thyme and forget-me-not tide: /garden dreams of salt
In the photo, a tall and venerable plane tree trunk rises. Her leaves gently shade the viewer. The poem reads: lost in a car park/ trespassing hot and mapless:/ grandmother comforts
In the photo, yellow flowers of corydalis lutea stream down an old brick wall. The poem reads: age-dried mortar blots/ winds fluster and dessicate:/ this cascade still flows
The photo shows orange poppies and plants with small blue flowers beside a pebbledash wall. The poem reads: a narrow alley/ meconopsis alkanet:/ shade-tinted cloister
In the photo a profusion of daisy-like flowers heads towards a front door. The poem reads: a joyful trespass/ carnival on the doorstep:/ Mexican fleabane
The photo shows a verge close up, full of bluebells and stitchwort. The poem reads: morning laundry waves/ little campanili swing:/ hedgefoot city scape
In the photo, small plants of corydalis lutea (yellow fumewort) traverse an old wall. The poem reads: fractured brick-scape hosts/ yellow windsocked settlements:/ lobed exuberance
In the photo, bright sunshine falls on serrated foliage. The poem reads: light erases pleats/ smoothes leaves’ neat origami:/ adores pinked edges
The photo shows a close-up of one flowering bluebell stem. The poem reads: sub-aquatic glass/ jesters’ tinkling caps heaved up:/ ringing the changes
In the photo, Stellaria holostea flowers seem to glow at the base of a shady hedge. Each bloom has five white lobed petals and a yellow centre. The poem reads: hand-stitched clusters sip/ paired wings encircle nectar: /stars embroider grass
In the photo, bluebells and stitchwort flower on a strip of greensward beside a road. The poem reads: haphazard/ margins unmown long grass/ hey sprayer - leave them weeds alone
In the photo, a green strip winds between tyre tracks on dry clay soil. Some bluebells flower there. The poem reads: grassy snake persists/ cleaves barren ribs of mud-churn:/ brings change-ringing blooms
The photo shows a close-up of a horse chestnut flower. The poem reads: frothing canopy/ white-lashed mast sprouts fripperies:/ tattered galleon
In the photo, a copse of trees chosen for their spring leaf colour stand close together beside an expanse of neat grass. The poem reads: copper plumes arise/ freshly-dressed friends settle in:/ cricket green party
In the photo, a horse chestnut panicle blooms above huge palmate leaves. The poem reads: loose ribbed hands offer/ snowcones in a shading wood:/ conker origins
In the photo, a curved and damaged piece of wood lies on the sand. The poem reads: tide-lobbed timber dries/ a brine-chapped rib charred and stranded:/ fuel or artefact
In the photo, a ragged line of wooden staves gathers on a wide, open beach. The poem reads: their file stops at ease/ arms spread guarding marram grass:/ waves throw dark streamers
In the photo, part of an old breakwater protrudes from the beach. Seen from above, it resembes an eroded Aztec count-of-days disc. The poem reads: sand-worn calendar/ wooden moon badly fractured:/ upright unburied
In the photo stands a rough fence of mismatched timbers and some tattered thread. The poem reads: stockade string beckons/ pales reinforce watchful spars:/ salt wind passes through
The photo shows a thatched house close by a hedge and trees at the start of a brighty, breezy day. The poem reads: air skips amid twigs/ telephone wire tethers cloud:/ new morning meeting
In the photo, a handmade mother duck and three ducklings waddle along a thatched roof. The poem reads: silver-sparred skirt ridge -/ four summit this little cliff:/ a paddling of reeds
In the photo, rosemary branches lean in brightly lit fingers. The poem reads: seadew flows inland/ wind tilts pliable needles/ one touch: skin scented
In the photo, light winds rearrange leaves and faded flowers beside an old handbuilt wall. Bright light illuminates the scene. The poem reads: breezes muss plant straps/ daffs’ blooms droop in shammy rags:/ flint and shade delight
In the photo, sea thrift blooms beside young clusters of leaves and fragile old seedheads. The poem reads: massed pink chorus bobs/ asters swell - await their cue:/ spent stems effervesce
In the photo, remnants of daffodil flowers lean towards a gravestone. The poem reads: one life’s slate ledger/ green flamingoes of seedpods:/ churchyard residents
The photo shows pale umbellifer stalks, fresh leaves nearby, and bright pink flowers further off. The poem reads: openhanded ghosts/ windstripped of seeds yet leaning:/ waving at futures
One Three-Cornered Leek flower stands proud against a fence - spotlit by low sun. The poem reads: self-seeded wildling/ risen through common shingle:/ now matinée star