Her Special Place

[GrhmJngL]

A purple ocean over rolling hills; I'd agree with RC Kitchens about the use of "purple", it's not that vivid a word and there are much more phonaesthetically pretty alternatives
that broad expanse of England's heathered spine
it held us captive, two Saturday ramblers. Meter is awkward on this line. I sort of stumbled over it after reading two lines of perfect meter.
Hiker's crooks, and boots ready to stride

the granite altar. Spread throughout the moor
it was our solace, our place of worship. I like the religious inference here.
We'd watch as tired waterfowl alit
on mirrored planes of silver painted ponds.

A thousand threads of white as ripples pushed
across a canvass of Picasso blue.
The Kestrels hovered hard against the wind and
waited on the wing before they dove.

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from the mentor thread

Really like it: clear, atmospheric, and, apart from that one line, metrically perfect without feeling forced. Form utilised very well.