Morning mist lifts
By Rhiannonw
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Walking, driving through the misty village,
murky, mysterious, vague, milky trees.
over the hill
Wraiths of mist rising amongst the black gaunt trees,
blue sky appearing above, bright, hopeful,
crescent moon at centre of the dome ,
wisps of cloud.
Later
Sunshine sparkles the bright brown trees
flooding the world from the clear heavens.
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the way you have made the
the way you have made the first part like small steps, words broken by commas, and end with the release of a flowing sentence is wonderful. I love the last two lines
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I was so impressed by that
I was so impressed by that second stanza Rhiannon, it sums up so much of your visual impression. The image of Wraiths of mist rising amongst the black gaunt trees was beautifully haunting.
Very much enjoyed.
Jenny.
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This is very atospheric, I
This is very atospheric, I love the way you've broken it up with the cues from your journey. Lucky to be passing through villages where nature still has such presence. In the towns nature is pushed away and you have to search for it or actively host it.
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Hello dear Rhiannonw,
Hello dear Rhiannonw,
This poem is beautiful. I see you haven't lost your touch though it look s like I have. Where did these italics come from?
Moya x
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