Interlude
By Rhiannonw
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A dome of heavy cloud,
oppressive shroud …
here and there a thinning glow –
and seachlights fan out, show
a dappling on the valley floor …
torn rags of eggshell blue appear,
the air seems brighter, lighter, clear,
the ceiling lifting, distancing, until
half the sky is blue with wisps of cotton wool …
drizzle returns, the blue retreats –
squeezed out by oozing, drifitng darker cloud
we hurry home beneath a dank and soggy shroud.
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Wow Rhiannonw, you made me
Wow Rhiannonw, you made me want to find an umbrella! Good one.
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This is lovely, Rhiannon.
This is lovely, Rhiannon. Beautiful description and the words just flow so well. I could almost feel the movement of the clouds as they thinned and returned. Hope you enjoyed your interlude, too.
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This is so visual and
This is so visual and picturesque, Rhiannon. Eggshell blue, the ceiling, cotton wool - they all merge to make it so sharp.
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This is a great poem Rhiannon
This is a great poem Rhiannon and I loved all the vivid descriptions.
Beautifully done.
Jenny.
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This is really atmospheric,
This is really atmospheric, Rhiannon, and I love your imagery of the 'searchlights'. Sunbursts really do look like that. A great word to use.
Very much enjoyed.
Tina
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HI Rhiannon
HI Rhiannon
Isn't it true that when the days are heavy and shroudlike - that little tiny burst of sunlight and speck of blue sky makes all the difference. Like a ray of hope.
Jean
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