Turf Man

Cherry

By threeleafshamrock

Tue, 30 Aug 2011
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11 comments
 

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…

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Submitted by threeleafshamrock on
A cherry! Wow, thanks folks; via from an empty page, to a cherry ...a strange old game, this writing... :) Chris ;)

Submitted by threeleafshamrock on
...and just before I had time to cut the last three lines :D

Submitted by shoe on
Nice. last three lines as well :} btw send him my way could'ya!!

 

Submitted by Highhat on
Great Chris- a wonderful exit from WB- really good... a turf spade...excavating writer's block.... ;)Pia

Submitted by hilary west on
Nice idea, short and sweet too !

 

Submitted by ScoZen on
I liked this. Get a good turf fire going, have a dram and send in another post soon.
ScoZen

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
A gem;-)

 

Submitted by seashore on
Works really well especially the last three lines!! Nice one.

Submitted by Savx on
Wow, love this one too. Such a great writer. =) Savannah

Sav

Submitted by MaggieG on
Excellently Irish... and all the wonderful things that implies :)

Submitted by MistakenMagic on
A new version of Ted Hughes' 'The Thought Fox', I think ;-) Well done on the cherries, Chris! Magic xxx