dull, dreich, mist covered hills.
Lulled by soft voices and motion of travel
I drop into half sleep and dream of the sunshine.
Jolted awake, my senses are staggered,
disjointed awareness of palm trees and hornbills.
On a rainy day journey to Blantyre, Malaŵi*.
*there is also a town called Blantyre in Scotland
Previously published in Poetry Scotland
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ah, dreaming of sunshine. We have a friend from Dundee who comes here once a year--we will find him sitting on a big rock just soaking up the sun
ReplyDeleteLove the twist at the end - a jolt to the reader too :) Well done Juliet!
ReplyDeleteVery subtle yet powerful poem.
ReplyDeletepassing the time while travelling doesn't seem much different no matter where you are...
ReplyDeletelove this one.
"I drop into half sleep and dream of the sunshine"--I really like that. This is the perfect vignette that speaks far beyond the accessible description.
ReplyDeleteI really loved this. You took me there. In fact I've read several of your poems before but haven't commented. My hat off to you: your poetry is beautiful.
ReplyDelete:D This is wonderful.
ReplyDeleteI wanted to stay 'asleep' a little longer. Though, when it stops raining, I know where I'd much rather be.
ReplyDeletebeautiful poetic "round" ... ah to travel.....
ReplyDeleteYour ending caught me by surprise, plus I learned a new word, dreich
ReplyDeleteI often dream of sunshine in Yorkshire ;-)
ReplyDeleteNicely done.
A rainy day journey...love the way this starts - nice piece!
ReplyDeleteYou had me going for a moment - palm trees in Scotland? Then I read the last line... Malawi!
ReplyDeleteI love that word "dreich"! Scottish thing innit? Heard it the other day on tv I do love that word! Love the poem too btw ;o)
ReplyDeleteI can only guess what "dreich' means, but the sound of the word alone is quite evocative.
ReplyDeleteLovely lulling sense of dream and then the jolt.
Gemma
this was lovely. i could feel the rain in your words
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