The first of May tomorrow,
and yesterday it snowed.
I was cooped under the covers
with a spring flu
& didn't really mind
with all the glow
that arrived in the form of
writings on creativity,
& a film with one of my absolute favourites,
to the windswept coastline of Öland.
Today I fancied picking up the camera,
take away any excess.
– honey, glass that reflects the morning light,
the drinking glass made by a friend,
who is a glass artist,
the caraf a souvenir from a market in France.
An attempt to catch some tender luminosity,
while the head is a soft, warm blur.