He passes the window,
flat cap pulled low
against the setting sun.
The turf spade
bobs on his shoulder,
in time with his weary step,
excavating a writer’s block.
I thank him,
in the only way
I know how…
He passes the window,
flat cap pulled low
against the setting sun.
The turf spade
bobs on his shoulder,
in time with his weary step,
excavating a writer’s block.
I thank him,
in the only way
I know how…
Comments
threeleafshamrock | August 30, 2011 - 16:28
A cherry! Wow, thanks folks; via from an empty page, to a cherry ...a strange old game, this writing... :)
Chris ;)
threeleafshamrock | August 30, 2011 - 16:34
...and just before I had time to cut the last three lines :D
shoe | August 30, 2011 - 17:56
Nice. last three lines as well :}
btw send him my way could'ya!!
Highhat | August 30, 2011 - 19:13
Great Chris- a wonderful exit from WB- really good... a turf spade...excavating writer's block....
;)Pia
hilary west | August 30, 2011 - 20:19
Nice idea, short and sweet too !
ScoZen | August 30, 2011 - 21:55
I liked this.
Get a good turf fire going, have a dram and send in another post soon.
Silver Spun Sand | August 30, 2011 - 22:50
A gem;-)
seashore | August 30, 2011 - 22:52
Works really well especially the last three lines!! Nice one.
slirpie125 | August 30, 2011 - 23:12
Wow, love this one too. Such a great writer. =)
Savannah
MaggieG | September 1, 2011 - 22:00
Excellently Irish... and all the wonderful things that implies :)
MistakenMagic | September 6, 2011 - 14:10
A new version of Ted Hughes' 'The Thought Fox', I think ;-) Well done on the cherries, Chris!
Magic xxx