broken sea-shells scattered on frosty grass
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gulls float on the water, which ripples beneath them in lilac and turquoise
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Where the old school was demolished is now an empty field, part frozen over. Gulls and a curlew gather round the ice.
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snow on the hills across the river, an oystercatcher's piping call
broken sea-shells scattered on frosty grass
ReplyDeleteIt's powerful to mix images of sea and land like that. It's like the thrill you get when you find out that some desert or prairie you're walking on was once actually under the ocean.
colours, birds, ice/snow/frozen and water (salt and sweet)
ReplyDeleteand "gulls" here sounds "girls" also whose school is now frozen and empty.. you are a talented poetess.
passing through your blog, I've got/felt real pleasure. I am really eager to hear you reciting this poem.
wonderful word images..I could see it.
ReplyDeleteI like the images, too.
ReplyDeleteThis piece feels personal.
Gorgeous small stones. I like them all but my favourite is "broken sea-shells scattered on frosty grass". I like the image and the rhythm. I could imagine it being part of a song. I think it could work as an inspirational writing prompt as well.
ReplyDeleteKat :-)
yes, I too like this surprising combination 'broken sea-shells scattered on frosty grass'
ReplyDeleteI feel like I'm down at the river with you and I can hear the oystercatcher calling too.
ReplyDeletethese are like little miniature paintings--thanks
ReplyDeleteI learn so much from the good example and the expanatory commenting!
ReplyDeleteCold and frost coming here again too ... brrr.
I love the lilac and turquoise... unexpected colors for me.
ReplyDeleteI also love that you include the memory of the torn down building... and that it's now a field, showing growth since the destruction.