Up On The Ridgeway
By skinner_jennifer
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So much breathing space as
strong winds pierce miles of
untamed vacant high ground,
relentlessly absorbing each
battering constructed by nature.
Now we have time on our hands,
laughing through blustery; biting
cold, jostled as we struggle like
windswept ships at sea,
driven along Ridgeway with
purpose: withstanding harshness,
surviving volatile brass monkey
temperatures and lurid sun.
Passionate madness across each
rise and fall, mounds established
foundations of distant past; once
crucial for survival of human kind,
yet now for us consumed with no
shelter, an ethos needing respect
for its perpetual willingness to
free the troubled soul.
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I could picture a headfirst
I could picture a headfirst struggle against high winds. A dramatic poem of nature with layers of meaning. Very nicely done, our Jenny. Paul
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I felt that I could feel the
I felt that I could feel the vigorous battering and sharp temperatures freshening my face and pushing me along with you! I liked the reference to 'vacant high ground' , and the hillforts up there.. I wasn't sure of the meaning of the last two lines. Rhiannon
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Gosh Jenny, every single line
Gosh Jenny, every single line of this has something wonderful! Intense sensations, and also full of meaning
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Hi Jenny
Hi Jenny
Your poem makes me remember my son and my walk in that area. Beautifully written as always.
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A very expressive poem that
A very expressive poem that emphasises your love of nature and your poetic talent that has made gigantic steps since an unduly hesitant beginning. Your writing is always worthy of appreciation.
Luigi xx
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Hey Jenny, another great poem
Hey Jenny, another great poem. Congratulations on the cherries. My apologies for not having been on this site and reading your stuff for a time, but I have been busy creating a YouTube channel and am also back at work. Writing is on the backburner for me at the time. I thought I would just come on here and read a little today. I hope you have been well.
GGHades502
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This sounds like a place I
This sounds like a place I would love to visit. I love nature especially on a blustery day; it does make you feel alive, the winds, warm or chilled, have a way of stirring the soul. I loved this poem and the place it took me to. Thank you for sharing this Jenny.
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Full of 'feels'
Thank you Jennifer, this is a wonderfully expressed experience, shared with us all. Even the sense of freedom from the last line. My kind of poetry: many-layered, eliciting an instant but also measured response. Congratulations on the cherries, too. Well-deserved.
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