Walking home from shopping 8/3/18
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By Di_Hard
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You know how, if you find a piece of quartz
on the beach and hold it up to the light
you can see white, cream and amber fractured
bright as the feathers of a fallen angel's wing?
That is how the sky was this evening
facing North leaving the supermarket.
Shadows fold in sealing an envelope
of cool air, clear, fresh, rich with a memory
and a wish for rain from the sea beyond
tabby-stone four storey flats forward right,
out of earshot yet still charging the space
between sparrows' chirrups from a garden
beside the carpark, sounding like children
too bouncy for bed. Black telephone wires -
veins from the stem of a skeleton leaf -
reach into each home bringing outside in.
Tall chimneys on the roof are pale brick, new
but ferns fringe their tops and jackdaws in pairs
are courting on the slate angles and slopes;
they fly off together towards the trees,
landing as if playing a gentle chord
on black notes of a piano, branches
of ash and elm growing along the road
sharp left past the sparrows' flats. Up the hill
seagulls pearl grey wheel wide winged carving time
into slivers of wonder at their grace
or watch, grave and still and wise as judges
from the highest efforts of man made things
their town's fellow inhabitants (earth bound).
A few rooks settle with black pennant wings
in slender beeches of the corner copse
where the footpath's been blocked with wire mesh.
And then song of robins, blackbirds, thrushes
day's treasure thrown into the pooling night
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Comments
A beautiful description.
A beautiful description.
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this reads really well Di - I
this reads really well Di - I especially love this line:
Up the hill
seagulls pearl grey wheel wide winged carving time
into slivers of wonder at their grace
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Hello Di,
Hello Di,
Cor blimey, girl, you don't half see a lot on your way home from shopping. I could only ever think how heavy the bags were and how my feet were killing me. However, I much admire your skill in turning a mundane experience into a glorious poem. A skill that escapes me. Much enjoyed.
Moya
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A dreamy time of day, and you
A dreamy time of day, and you've caught the sights rarely noticed and descibed them in such interesting ways. I felt the quiet of an evening stroll! Rhiannon
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Being able to translate into
Being able to translate into poetry what you are seeing, is such a gift. You have that talent in bucket loads in this poem. I was with you all the way and very much enjoyed reading.
Jenny,
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Beautiful writing.
Beautiful writing.
I love your transition line:
That is how the sky was this evening
facing North leaving the supermarket.
And I love your (correct) punctuation.
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A lovely piece of writing Di
A lovely piece of writing Di_Hard. Great observation and craft.
Well done on pick of the week!
Parson Thru
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Birds, minerals, .tabbystone,
Birds, minerals, .tabbystone, buildings, branches, music, light, dark, the sound of children , you make something solid yet mobile and everchanging out of all the pieces, as you walk through it. Lovely.
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I love the way you've mashed
I love the way you've mashed up the man-made and mundane with nature where there's always something fresh and beautiful when you look for it. Like one of those mixed media collages with bits of plastic and leaf skeletons, feathers and bottle tops....
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gorgeous inservations here,
gorgeous inservations here, Di_Hard. I’m sometimes to busy thinking about whether or not I’ll make it home before my figers grow too numb toting six six paltic bags of groceries. I like your thinking better.
Rich
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