Olympus OM-2 by Patrick JenningsSep 19, 201510:13 am

The China Shop

On Saturdays, I like to stop in at the china shop on my morning walk. It’s best first thing, just after they’ve opened, when it’s quiet and I have the place to myself. Betty, the owner, always has a pot of tea on the go and lets me choose any tea cup from her inventory to sip it from.

Poetry by Patrick JenningsSep 18, 20159:25 am

Where I’m Going

When travelling
I may know the road I am on
And even where it goes
But am always surprised
Where it takes me

Poetry by Patrick JenningsSep 18, 20157:00 am

Gold, Azure and Crimson

Religion fascinates me
The passion and devotion
Of its practitioners
Equaled in vibrancy
By the colour palette
Of its expression

Poetry by Patrick JenningsSep 17, 20159:33 am

Transported

Some places
Transport me
To other worlds
To another time

A time when I become something else
A place where I become someone else

Poetry by Patrick JenningsSep 17, 20157:00 am

Colourlust

Vibrant, saturated
Primaries and secondaries
Solid or textured

Give me canary
Violet, indigo, azure
Crimson, cardinal, coral

Poetry by Patrick JenningsSep 16, 20157:00 am

Naga

Naga coil their way
Down the temple arches
Ornate and incomplete
Already exquisite

The many-headed serpents
Protect the temple
Protect its people
Protect Buddha and Buddhism

Poetry by Patrick JenningsSep 15, 20159:58 pm

Australia

I love the red earth
The red rock
This sunburned country

It touches my soul

Poetry by Patrick JenningsSep 15, 201511:58 am

NWW Photo Prompt ~ Alien Places

Alien Places Welcome to the September 15th, 2015 edition of the NWW Photo Prompt! The New West Writers Photo Prompt is a twice-monthly challenge for writers of all genres. It’s easy to participate — and we…

Poetry by Patrick JenningsSep 15, 20157:00 am

Stone Castles

Like a child
Stacking clay dollops
One by one by one
Building castles
In the sand

So too does Nature
Carve and weather
Heave and crumble
Building castles
Made of stone

Abstract by Patrick JenningsSep 14, 20157:00 am

Amber on Red under Blue

We rolled up to Devil’s Marbles in the heat of the afternoon, the sun high and hot, the gravel parking lot kicking up dust with every step. Too hot to unpack. Too hot to clamber over the enormous stands of neatly stacked, smooth-edged boulders. Too far from Alice Springs to move on.

There was a little breeze, a few roofed camping platforms, so we parked ourselves beneath one while the ’79 Holden Gemini baked out in the sun.