12-27-2013, 11:42 AM
(12-16-2013, 09:20 AM)Keith Wrote: Edit 1 (tectac, beaufort)I like this quite a bit. Can't say I'm down with the "poo sticks" line. For me it brings the whole thing to a screeching halt. I agree with the previous post about the wind sitting down to catch its breath. This seems amateurish compared to the rest of it. Nice work otherwise!
We pull our clobber from the boot,
shod with cleats and rain-proof macs
sauna in the morning flask.
Gated steps then onto copse,
slurry tanks and cattle troughs.
Sliding signs of glacier sheets,
grinding teeth crunch frozen rocks,
an apple bite arĂȘte
sinks deep inside the corrie,
whilst ribbons fill in flurries.
Mud slips ragged as mountains run
drumlins smooth as fresh laid eggs.
Moss filled pillows and bracken beds,
fauna threads through limestone walls,
Poo sticks raced down waterfalls.
The wind sits down to catch a breath,
cake and lake unfolded foil.
Beaufort scales the treetops sway
as wing and leaf are carried astray.
Copper confetti twists amber gold,
our trysting place enfolds,
furnished in field maple leaf.
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We pull our clobber from the boot,
shod with cleats and rain-proof macs,
sauna in the morning flask,
gated steps then onto copse,
slurry tanks and cattle troughs.
Sliding echoes of glacier sheets,
grinding teeth crunch frozen rocks,
an apple bite arĂȘte,
sinks deep inside the corrie,
whilst ribbons fill in flurries.
Mud slips ragged as mountains run,
drumlins smooth as fresh laid eggs,
moss filled pillows and bracken beds,
fauna threads through limestone walls,
Poo sticks raced down waterfalls.
The wind sits down to catch a breath,
cakes and lake unfolded foil,
chocolate browns burnt carrot on gold,
draped in heather's lilac skirt.
Autumn asks the treetops sway
if wing and leaf can play today.

