3 September 2017
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Last night, we lay down on sunbeds and watched Mrs Moon rise like a tangerine over The Aegean Sea. To capture the beauty of the scene fa... -
Chavs being chavvish. Just the other day, I spotted a male "chav" down by the local Methodist church. He was wearing a Burberrry ... -
So there I was standing in the kitchen of our son's terraced house. Something caught my eye outside in his little urban garden. It was a...
A very good description of the passing of the summer season.
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading it Red.
DeleteLovely. I especially liked "when dusk and dawn conspired" - right on the money. Fall is rapidly taking over here, too.
ReplyDeleteWith that line I was implying that dusk and dawn were in some sort of meeting for in mid-summer in England the last vestiges of day can be seen after midnight with the first glimmers of dawn appearing around 2am.
DeleteOur dark and dawn are separated a bit more, but not by much - that's why I so liked your rendering of it. I am frequently up to see this happen.
DeleteThat's what has happened here...winter, unfortunately, has slipped away...and spring has sprung!
ReplyDeleteOz is stealing our summer! Give it back or you will be arrested.
DeleteYou're more than welcome to it, Yorkie. If I could send it across to you, I would. I prefer our winter much more...I'm not fond of the heat and steamy humidity. Our winter here really doesn't get very cold...and on a chilly day and night, you can always rug up and get warm, but it's had to get cool when the heat of summer strikes with a vengeance.
DeleteI guess there's a lot to be said for cool, fresh air. You could always stick your head inside the fridge for a few minutes.
DeleteI'm not sure that another season is sliding in here. Today autumn/winter has arrived with a great unpoetic thud. I've got the heating on for the first time in several months (which switch-off in itself was a first for me). I wish that I could paint and write poetry.
ReplyDeleteYou did some excellent painting at Gaz's house! Forget "Sunflowers" by Van Gogh and look at "The Door" and "The Skirting Boards" by Graham Edwards. Both masterpieces!
DeleteInteresting. Many things to like. I like the first few lines and last few lines best. In the middle Is so much alliteration it made my head swim (not a criticism, merely a comment). I like the word "flotillas" a lot, and the image of the seasons sliding in and out like tides. "Heading east" seems unnecessary. This has been one man's opinion. Overall, splendid!
ReplyDeleteWell done!
P.S. - Please pardon any perceived cheekiness from this wanted-to-be-but-never-was English teacher.
DeleteThanks for your reflections Bob. "Heading east" because west and south west winds bring good summer weather to northern England. When the clouds are heading west or south west that's when our weather is wintry. Perhaps I should edit the middle part... reduce the musicality... make the images more sparing. Perhaps a poem should sit like a bottle of wine for a while before tasting. This one was fresh off the press. I know you love poetry and I appreciate your honesty.
DeleteIf it's a poem how come you didn't start it with Roses are red, violets are blue?
ReplyDeleteRoses are red violets are blue
DeleteArsenal 1 Hull City 2
...now that's poetic!
She has indeed gone. Or is going, anyway.
ReplyDeleteHopefully there will be some flashbacks in the weeks ahead.
DeleteI love the blog post, and you helped me make such a fun card with it!
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