Mud Pies and Bones: Writing and Art

from the Rocky Mountains

Lucy Simpson

Lucy Simpson
Monument, Colorado, United States
December 20
The Cleaner
I am a published poet and exhibited artist living in the shadow of the small, but lovely Mount Herman, a part of the majesty of the Rocky Mountains. I raise children, tend gardens, cook, write, clean, sculpt, read.....................................................................................


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MARCH 18, 2012 8:08PM

Peak to Prairie: a Photo Essay

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A spent yucca bloom holds shining black seeds.  The seeds wait to be blown or knocked out, to find soil and water.


Night Coming On

Moon in its cradle of pine boughs - that color of blue tinged gold and purple.  There is a music with this shade.  Dusk is a sad-sweet hour, when I feel an almost floating, even as I hold my husband's hand and my children whoop their warrior cries.

 Monument Rock

Monument Rock in black and white - the grain of the stone is always slowly moving, though we do not hear these changes.  Maybe the dog hears with one white-pink ear cocked left and the other right.


Monument Rock and pine trees in the late afternoon- heat lifting off the stone, a cold wind from Mount Herman in the west.


The grain of the rock, subtle colors of black and rust, a seemingly motionless ocean.


Wild grasses glow with a seemingly interior flame like the people in Vermeer paintings. 

We could say it was a golden ball glowing on the bottom, if we didn't know the sun was above us, an interior light, a lantern for fish.


Ice is still on the pond, but it is melting in the warmth of almost spring.  It looks  like skin with pores.  It is a bare whisper as it changes back to water.


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These photos are incredible. ~r
beautiful photo essay. Really beautiful.
I like what you are seeing. I like the poetry in your descriptions.
Love your images.
Thank you for sharing.
Beautiful photos, congrats on EP/cover!
Beautiful. Love the interweaving of images and evocative words.
Love to take a hike up there. Those Yucca seeds look great too!
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That lacy ice is beautiful!
A lovely post -- the poetry & the images & the way you've captured the light -- (I like the idea of a "golden ball glowing on the bottom -- the words make the photo magical!)
Thanks everyone for your kindness!
I am almost speechless. You remind me of me in that I take pictures constantly and then try to listen to them talk to me. I would shyly mention that "seemingly" takes power away from what you write. And the last photo: "It is a skin with pores." I mean, it IS, really, right? I've been busy and haven't read you for a while, but I will over spring break. You are such a talent.
Love the rocks and the sunshine on water, a nice perspective.
Thank you Good Daughter and Work Studio. I am thinking of returning to OS, since WordPress does not seem to have a supportive community.

You Return- We Hope.
We go off as a Prodigal.
Everything is at Hand.
We Travel the World.
We See Awe is Here.
Beauty and Pest.
Poke Tummy Bellies.
I missed this too. Much.
We No be Everywhere.
We Wander and Roam.