They are gentle souls we slip into like a gateway to that idyllic childhood we never had, always patiently waiting. He sits spooning hunny from one pot into another, often missing by way of his mouth. A bear does need to eat after all, and there is quality control to think of.
Like Jonathan in the forest, your eyes will sparkle anew on eating the sacred gathered gold poured from flowers. Tea and story time is all a-drip with butter, honey and imagination, running and plentiful, deliciously treacled on toast, drizzled on scones and sustaining us through the reality of being grownups, which, frankly, is bothersome.
And in the middle of Rabbit’s rabbiting and Owl’s pontificating and Eeyore’s gloom, unperturbed by Tigger’s bouncing and Roo and Kanga’s family, holding hands with Piglet’s blinching, is rotund saffron Pooh, calmly joyful and serene, reminding us that wisdom and tolerance are better than even just a little brain.
Text © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt Composite art by R R Wyatt © used with permission.
Caramel light pools in the room in spots and puddles, as though the palest honey were dripping through from the other side. I see always your sweetness, and its being given me to taste, and see that it is good. Behind the divide, I hear the faint buzzing of the work that brought it to me, and am grateful.
Photo and text © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017
In experimental mode today 🙂 Wrote this haiku and then played with the graphics. Love to know what you think and if you’d like me to create more such shareable things with you, dear friends! If so, do leave me a comment……
Sweetness dripping from heavy honey-laden combs. Heavenly hexagons filled with a million dance steps and a billion flights of winged fancy. Paniers loaded with petal-pried plenty, transformed by ancient magicks and the weaving of workers; mage and drone, queen and community. Cellular constructs rivalling model molecules, waxing fully lyrical and loaded, connected and sealed by logic and love. Lion’s belly splayed and empty, yet full of buzzing life. A nutshell riddle cracked wide for germination and the birthing of bees.
©Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2015