Not Quite Fern Hill (Poetry Monthly)
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Chock-full to bursting with
Chock-full to bursting with so much to think about, things to laugh about, things to appreciate of your struggles, be drawn back with you to happy memories of young-mother days (but long forgotten the struggles and insecurities of those times). How we all love some solitude, and a place with nature around us, to catch up and enjoy 'taking up the reins' of life with others around again. Enjoyed the concentrated flow of thoughts, and the mind-blowing idea of 'pheasants eating Garibaldi biscuits out of my hand' (one ran straight under the car couple of days ago, no way to avoid it). Rhiannon
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The magic of the not quite
The magic of the not quite everyday. 'Listened to the last rays of the sun' - a wonderful image, and welcoming time as a warm cloak speaks of peace hard won. A beautiful piece, Tina.
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Tina,
Tina,
this is so beautiful and moving. To have found that special place to unwind and be creative, having memories of a past that stays with you forever is priceless.
May you continue to share those memories with us the reader.
Jenny.
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An outstanding piece. Deeply
An outstanding piece. Deeply emotive, the play with time really upset me - shifting to then and now, the longing to have it again.
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So much in this piece of
So much in this piece of writing. It is deeply moving, and the quirky style in which you have written it makes it even more poignant.. I think the to-ing and fro-ing between the past and the present allows a kind of healing, Your warmth and love saturate this piece and help me to try to understand the horror. x
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So full of everything Tina.
So full of everything Tina. Beautiful images, love, memories and joy in nature.
Lindy
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Hi Tina
Hi Tina
What a lovely writing house - and a beautful little story about your experiences there.
Jean
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This wonderful dreamy piece
This wonderful dreamy piece is our Facebook and Twitter Pick of the Day (give those pheasants another garibaldi biscuit!)
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I loved those cold sunbeams
I loved those cold sunbeams skidding on the frozen puddles.
Rask
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Dylan Thomas
"The Force that through the green fuse drives the flower, drives my green age" let your imagination run wild.
Dylan Thomas's work is brilliant it is sad that he died so tragically and young, most of it is grave and serious and about God, his own father, sex and death- (like Bob Dylan). Very litle of it is lighthearted as this "fern hill".
Sorry it sounds like a lecture. I enjoyed your post it's beautiful prose.
Tom
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This is a beautiful
This is a beautiful description of a place that saves you from yourself. Nature is the buffer that keeps us going by distracting our senses with a constant supply of wonderful things.
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Tina, just reading this calmed me.
I don't have hills but I do often sit quietly in the fields and watch the wildlife and ruminate. Beautiful writing, much deserved golden cherries. And the line:
I am slowly learning to welcome time, not dread it; wrap it around me like a cloak so its warmth envelops me.
This says so much, it certainly said something very profound to me.
Edx
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I have to admit
Sounds more pleasant than "rage against the dying of the light."
Cheers
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I too was moved by this peace
I too was moved by this peace...actually that was a 'Freudian' typo. I think I meant 'piece' but the real peace you found fits.
I understand that special place. I too have one. The surroundings there seem to possess a magical power; a sort of cocoon that surrounds me. Sifting out golden memories from such pain is one of the miracles of the mind we will never really understand but will always be grateful for.
Thank you for such a lovely, moving work and for the places it took me too.
forest_for_ever
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