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By briarcroft
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08 October 2008 |
Written this morning after an overnight windstorm
Dawn shrouded webs
drooping heavy
in dripping fog,
clinging sticky
in branches clinging
unexpected
undeterred.
Swooping black bird flock,
enmassed avian amoeba,
enfolding east
turning west
heading south,
undulating
unsettled.
Wind whipped maples,
brittle branches
setting free
leaves in fiery flight,
soaring sinking
unyoked
unwitnessed.
Fallen fruit,
bruised in patient
surrender to earth,
softening
in grassy lap
untethered
unforgotten.
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Written by Brett (1001 comments posted) 8th October 2008 | Really enjoyed this. 'Dawn shrouded webs' - what a great opening image for the reader. There is a wonderful use of alliteration here (that can often sound clumsy - yours doesn't); 'Wind whipped' is one of my favourites, it really gives the sense of what has passed before. The only reservation I have is the repetition of 'clinging' in the first stanza (line 5) seems unnecessary to me. Though the repetition of the prefix 'un' I really admired; the penultimate and final words of each stanza really giving weight to the preceeding descriptions. Lovely. Cheers |
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