Recently we stayed in what was once a Tuscan monastery – a place now used for meetings and conferences.
My husband was working and I was free to wander the grounds as I liked.
I found the most idyllic spot. An overgrown and hidden garden.
The place was so perfect, the air so still, the scenery so magnificent that I needed somehow to express the peace and solitude.
It’s been a few months since I wrote my Mother’s Day poem and nearly a year since I last did any painting.
I had my watercolours with me and had a go at painting a poppy. And then another.
And I wrote this poem:
nod their heads
in the soft warm breeze
the gentle buzz
And on the trees
lemons and oranges
ripen in the sun
Along the crumbling walls
lizards appear and disappear
And in the distance
and the blue rolling hills
The stillness is perfect
I am in heaven
And heaven is in me.
© Andrea Neidle, My Life in Poems