Since the lock down began in spring, I’ve been walking the lanes, woods and moorland near where I live in Cornwall daily, writing poems and taking photographs as I go. The focus on a daily walk nearby, encouraged me to find my nature eyes and begin photography. Whereas previously I enjoyed writing about rivers and birds, I have recently fallen for every movement, texture and beauty of the Cornish countryside. Learning about wildflowers, butterflies, moths and beetles has been a joy. I have begun a project writing nature poems inspired by my photographs. The Meadow Brown butterfly was all about in mid June through to July. We counted twenty five in the lane for the Big Butterfly Count. Perfect posers they loved a patch of Michaelmas Daisies.
Meadow Brown Velvet shadow glancing, dusky backs basking, silence beckoning, wafer wings concertina, a flutter transformation. Exposing beads feathered with orange, draped in chocolate, tilting and teetering on daisies, posing, a portrait of dalliance, Summer’s companion, mesmerizing Meadow Brown.