Sixty Minutes in Summer

Gold cherry

By Ed Crane

Fri, 05 Jun 2020
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15 comments
 

Sitting on the bank of a somewhere river

crushing dappled grass by the house boats.

Eating smoked trout from plastic envelopes,

salty oil coating our fingers. Laughing when

renegade fish flakes slip from our grasp

tracing teardrop stains on our t-shirts.

Northern heatwaves can be fun.

Cheap Chardonnay goes with everything.

Certificate PG
Poem
Travel

Comments

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Sounds like a fine way to spend time. Enjoyed your poem.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Ed Crane on

Thought I'd lighten the mood a bit wink

 

Submitted by littleditty on

thanks for the tip -I'd lose 'Aldi' from the poem tho -why tell everyone?!

 

Submitted by Ed Crane on

Reads better without Karl and Theo's name. Thanks very much. Really good advice.

yes

 

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Submitted by airyfairy on

Yes, definitely sounds like the place to be at the moment.  And the advice in the last line is spot on.  This is our Facebook and Twitter Pick of the Day!  Please do share/retweet if you enjoy it too.

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Submitted by Ed Crane on

 

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Whoop! Whoop! Whoop!

Cracked this one, Ed.

Spirit of the moment and the stains of realism on our favourite summer clothes.

Thanks for lifting the clouds.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Ed Crane on

I'm just off to read your latest ...

 

Submitted by Stephen Thom on

Lovely piece yes

 

Submitted by Ed Crane on

 

 

Submitted by drew_gummerson on

If only... determinedly sitting outside in the rain. With a beer. 

 

Submitted by Ed Crane on

Thanks for reading, Drew  yes

Cheers 

 

Submitted by celticman on

past somewhere river today and it was glorious. To be alive, aye., 

 

Submitted by Ed Crane on

There's a lot of somewhere rivers, I'm pleased yours is glorious. laugh

Thanks!