Colours of Spring


Rhubarb… A naturally occuring pink food,
found growing underneath enormous green leaves.
Good in pies.


Why do I like this image? Note the top left…
In this market (Borough Market, South London) there is a “Turnip” aisle.

Soho pub, of course

Oddball pub in the heart of Soho. Serves Italian food but reminds me, with the oil can ads on the wall, of greasy spoon bars in the Midwest. And it is a gay patrons establishment, with Karaoke on the weekends.

In a doorway near Oxford Circus…
Bicycle messengers lounge around waiting to score a gig.
The next morning they were edged out by thousands of little girls lined up
to audition for the Sound of Music.

 

Me and my cow

In the Paris Metro…
I can’t understand how he can possibly look so unhappy.

Tulips in Leicester Square

You don’t think anything can look like this, or be this lovely.
But suddenly, it is everywhere.
The dampness, the coolness, the green thumbs.

Elizabeth Howard

Elizabeth writes literary non-fiction, haiku, cultural rants, and Demand Poetry in order to forward the cause of beautiful writing. She teaches and speaks about the rhetorical impact of beautiful writing. A recent transplant to Connecticut, she calls London, Kansas City, and Iowa home.