goodbye,
sweet love
as you rise and fall
to another land
thoughts
of
spinning,
laughing,
smiling
will keep my heart aflutter
long
after
you
are
gone
Written by Jennifer A. Fifield
Photo by Johan Van Wambeke on Unsplash
goodbye,
sweet love
as you rise and fall
to another land
thoughts
of
spinning,
laughing,
smiling
will keep my heart aflutter
long
after
you
are
gone
Written by Jennifer A. Fifield
Photo by Johan Van Wambeke on Unsplash
As we wandered London’s streets the first day, we came upon Big Ben. We had been so busy looking at street signs, and hadn’t noticed we were that close! It was a great reminder to be mindful of all that is around, at all times – and to travel and explore as much as possible.
they wish us welcome
an elegant reminder
chimes call for travel
Writing/image by Jennifer Fifield
Do all Americans fall for a British accent? I would imagine the answer is “absolutely yes.” Before I left for the UK, I told family and friends that, really, all I wanted to do on vacation was sit in pubs and listen to Londoners talk. We were eager to chat with everyone we met, and learn more about the city and British life. And eavesdropping was just lovely!
kinder gentlemen
a tongue to never tire of
king-like and lovely
Writing/image by Jennifer Fifield
The Cliffs of Moher were truly breathtaking. I wasn’t sure what to expect. I was ecstatic that there were different paths to take and views to admire. I couldn’t help but think over and over, “I am so absolutely glad I did this!”
the gleam in your eye
welcomes striking, verdant cliffs
ecstasy ascends
Writing/image by Jennifer Fifield
Pub-hopping in Temple Bar was amazing, and just as I imagined it would be. Drinking pints of beer, listening to the music I have heard all these years – but on this occasion, actually in Dublin! A couple of the bands performed the song “Galway Girl,” which I fell in love with.
familiar fiddle
voices and sounds come to life
music fills a tourist’s heart
Writing/image by Jennifer Fifield
As we walked along the river to Tate Modern, I noticed that the blue lights strung from the trees seemed to accentuate the sky. I couldn’t help but think of Van Gogh. Neither my amateur photography skills, nor my description, do the moment justice. Sometimes beauty cannot be explained.
joyful evening lights
sapphire hydrangea halos
impressionist’s sky
Writing/image by Jennifer Fifield
While making our way from Buckingham Palace to Thames River, I happily gazed at the changing trees and fallen leaves. It was a beautiful time of year to visit London, and a moment to forever cherish. I knew then that London would never leave me.
leaving Buckingham
fallen leaves snap beneath steps
autumn in London
Writing/image by Jennifer Fifield
The Irish are known for their kind spirit and friendly personalities. I found this to be very true of everyone we met, whether we were in pubs, in taxis, in airports, or while dangling from Blarney Castle.
for where else do men
refer to women as “love”
-only Ireland
Writing/image by Jennifer Fifield
While in Kinvara, Ireland, we partook in a banquet dinner at Dunguaire Castle. In addition to dinner and many goblets of wine, the staff presented skits, stories, and poetry. As I watched the Irish tales and listened to the verse of Yeats, I promised myself to remember how unique of an evening it was.
Irish tales and rhymes
warm this castle and the soul
-or is it the wine?
Writing/image by Jennifer Fifield
We stayed in London two nights in a row, but otherwise never spent the night in the same city twice. We wanted to see a lot of the UK, and that meant moving from place to place fairly quickly, and I wouldn’t change that. But during afternoon tea in Bath, we sank into our chairs and truly relaxed. We mindfully experienced the history and beauty of our surroundings.
steeped English breakfast
though warm, an afternoon tea
cools, calms busy minds
Writing/image by Jennifer Fifield
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