Poetic Photography

Welcome to my Photography blog. I love to take photos of anything and everything. I've also recently started to write poems inspired by the photos I have taken. I hope you enjoy :) You can also find me on: Facebook: https://business.facebook.com/CiaraLDee/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/ciaradeephotography/ VSCO: https://vsco.co/kyradee93/gallery

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Alone I stand, among the stone,

This is the place I call my home. 

The cracks in which my roots do grow,

This is the place my seed did sow.

I bare a head, a stem and leaves,

This is the place I dance with ease.

People come and look so pleased,

That I have not torn within the breeze.

The frost it stings, when it does come,

No warmth for me, when winter comes.

I will still stand, small as your thumb,

With colour near the like of plums.

So alone I stand, among the stone,

With people passing to and fro.

This place that I do call my home,

Within the crack, within the stone. 

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The train, it goes along no more, 

no more, no more, no thunderous roar.

The tracks they lay, no use no more,

No more, no more, no thrunderous roar.

It adds to myth and tale and lore, 

No more, no more, no thunderous roar.

The eerie silence, the mist explores,

No more, no more, no thunderous roar.

I walk alone, my feet unsure,

No more, no more, no thunderous roar.

They slip and slide, on wood so worn.

I’m glad to hear no thunderous roar.

CLD. 

Copyright Ciara Dee Photography. 

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Something colourful 😁

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One foggy morning last week. I love early morning walks in the fog. There's something so peaceful and calm about it.

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Some local fungi 😁 I find them fascinating. Never go picking if you don't know 100% if they're edible or not. There are so many poisonous ones out there.