Natural observations

Nature observational writing

  • Tall flower, slender
  • Pale green stems, covered with sticky cobweb
  • Dead flowers – small yellow flowers, tips with the remainder of pollen, empty seed heads where the dandelion clocks have been blown
  • Leaves at regular intervals, serrated, look like sun-bleached kale
  • Odd, peculiar rusty substance on the leaves
  • Broken cobwebs, the husk of a dead fly wrapped in on itself, swings in the wind, when gently blown upon, seeds stuck in the webbing, no spider to be seen, abandoned home
  • Smells of decay, pollen, sickly sweet woodland underfoot on a country walk
  • Seed heads pale brown, twisted and curled

 

Taking from this list of imagery, I wrote a short fiction piece:

She was the picture of ill-health. Her body was abnormally slender, bent, twisted, a broken stem rising from parched root to decaying tip. Her hair was dry and brown, curled limply around her thin face. Her skin was sallow, green tinged and sickly. She sat, ensconced in her chair, spindle-limbed and desperate, drowning dry for conversation and care.

Sat waiting, in the hospice lounge, she seemed fragile, wilting, past her bloom and devoid of life. David brushed the back of her hand with his fingers. At the gentle touch, she looked up, her dark eyes softening, ‘There you are,’ she said, simply, her voice quiet.

He sat down opposite her on the stiff couch. Against the tobacco of the walls, he seemed too bright, too large for the space. David rubbed his ginger beard and smiled ruefully, ‘You look uncomfortable, would you like a cushion? I can get you a cushion.’

Susan smiled at her husband, and shook her head gently, too much movement brought on the migraines. ‘No, darling. Honestly, I’m fine.’

David shifted uncomfortably again, ‘I might. I mean, I might get a coffee. Do you want one, love?’

‘No thanks,’ Susan breathed, sitting back in her chair again and closing her eyes. Her brittle hair fanned out against the plain white anti-Macassar. David worried at his bottom lip with his teeth. ‘I’ll just go and get that…’ he trailed off, she had obviously gone to sleep again.

 

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