on the headland, September 4
By Rhiannonw
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Spongy turf,
bright, glowing gorse and heather
– carpeting quilt of gold and red
[prickly feather bed],
with a sprinkling of harebells
quivering, shimmering;
skimming swallows jet around,
and twittering martins,
honky croak of ravens;
sea mist shrouding the cliffs,
patches of dappled light stippling the ocean –
pale sunlight easing through grey ceiling.
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Your poem paints a lovely
Your poem paints a lovely picture and gives me the sounds of the birds too. Is this somewhere along the Welsh coast? Makes me want to visit,
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Beautiful, Rhiannon...just
Beautiful, Rhiannon...just beautiful;-)
Tina
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What beautiful description! I
What beautiful description! I wanted to be there; felt I was there, and wanted your words to go on.
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Hi Rhiannon
Hi Rhiannon
Lovely piece with all the sights and sounds to delight the reader.
Jean
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