I hear lyrical voices Beckoning me down narrow stone pathways Framed by gelato walls and garden escapees Onwards, past fatigued stucco and crazed render Alongside ancient portals and marbled balconies Inviting me… …to step into their world Of leaning façades, Venetian lights and shades of yesterday
Σκουπίδια (Skoupidia meaning Rubbish in Greek) came to me in the night. Walking home one evening I heard a kitten in the garbage bin. The rest is history! Bookmarks Ασπρούλη and Ασβεστη in the gardens of Villa Olga (Asprouli means Whitey and Asvesti means Lime, as in the lime used to whitewash Greek […]
Breakfast at The Boathouse Palm Beach is an assault on the senses… All this greets you at the front door! And now just around the corner at Balmoral Beach too! Sensational in every way! © 2013 Francesca Muir
Most people long for another island… One where they know they will like to be… Someday you’ll see me floatin’ in the sunshine… My head stickin’ out from a low flyin’ cloud… Singin’ through the sunshine If you try, you’ll find me… Where the sky meets the sea… Here am I, your special […]
There is a round blue table Which follows me around And appears when I least expect it! Small and squat And painted iconic Greek blue, She is warm and inviting And her legs are uneven Threatening spillage at the most awkward of times As she attempts to straddle uneven paths and balconies. But never mind, […]
Familiar views with different hues Softer hues brought about by the passage of time… When the sun sits low in a cool spring sky. These familiar views whisper of a gentility Of gelati and pastels And sitting amidst pearls and cream. It’s a familiar view but […]
They are mere vessels for something grander… Aged and unkempt lurking behind doors… They cluster in uncluttered ways… Always appealing … Filling corners to perfection… Stark… Dramatic… Occasionally a little worse for wear… The art of the terracotta pot… is simply beautiful! © 2013 Francesca Muir
They always find a way, A way to make their presence felt. They push through They climb They clamber They hang They hover Like a mischievous child peering through the safety of parental legs At first shy and reticent… Until noticed… And then it’s all bravado Reaching, stretching, creeping Demanding attention. Amazingly, they know how […]