On the Mynd
By Rhiannonw
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Bright, crisp, gingery bracken,
bilberry clumps, and heather,
spread of fields below,
folds of hills beyond, fringe;
net of sunlight beams
fan out from break in the clouds;
two kites and a buzzard,
a circling glider
silently landing,
disappearing into a dip …
emerging, hum of air on the towrope
– up, up … towrope drops,
whistling;
long-armed glider twists silently
around the near sky –
birds’ eye view of fields and hills and us.
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Paints a wonderfully rich
Paints a wonderfully rich tapestry - each word flowing one into another like the hills. It's lovely, Rhiannon.
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Glad you got to get out and
Glad you got to get out and breathe the air. Hope you are better now.
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Finally got round to
Finally got round to commenting on this litte gem, Rhiannon. So pleased to see it has received its more than deserved cherry. You are such a whizz at writing about nature. Some delicious vocabulary here right from the start...those first two lines, wonderful.
Tina
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Hi Rhiannon
Hi Rhiannon
I love those first words in the beginning section. It really does paint a word picture.
Jean
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Rhiannon,
Rhiannon,
Your 72 words paint a thousand pictures!
Very nice!!
Terry
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