Wednesday, December 20, 2017

Stuart Rawlinson #87 - Snow Bones

Slush and mud
fill the verge
compacted flakes
vein the dirt

hoary imperfections
hedgerows
crackle

give up their
frosted views

the air has stopped
Parlick holds
its breath

the frame is set

7 comments:

  1. Ha. Now I AM homesick for the Bowland fells...and I've never been to Lancashire :)

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    1. Thanks for reading inbetween the lines Rob - I am indeed missing the cold!

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  2. for a solstice
    in some other part
    the halves equal
    a great shot
    between the lines
    missing the cold
    missing the warmth
    hip goes snapping past

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  3. books and music baby
    dance it away
    my paintings
    in the gallery
    snap snap
    happy

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  4. tilted like that
    what do you want
    a massive hit long ago
    had some impact
    people still remember

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