Between the Places

Gold cherry

By catherine poarch

Wed, 18 Jan 2023
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The air is bright with diamonds,

made of morning, made of frost,

and chimneypots make jigsaw shapes

against the inky sky. Lost thoughts fly to the treetops,

singing out across the street

and nothing, for a moment,

on this roadway passes by. I walk beneath the lampposts,

wise old lampposts, bending near.

And briefly, in this place

between the places, peace is here.

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Submitted by Rhiannonw on

It sounds like the quiet of early morning, a cold solitary bright morning, and the delight in that solitude and cold brightness comes over! and a lovely rhythm. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by celticman on

peace here too (kinda cold). 

 

Submitted by catherine poarch on

Thank you both and thanks for the lovely cherries. Yes, it was one morning walking to work in December and unusually for a couple of minutes, almost silent. Just a bit of birdsong as I got nearer work. Kind of stayed with me.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Treasued moments like this are always good to capture in a poem. I liked the idea of the chimneypots making jigsaw shapes against the inky sky, gives such a memorable scene of old Bristol.

Enjoyed your poem Catherine.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by catherine poarch on

Thank you, Jenny. Much appreciated. Yes, keep those moments like an oasis inside you. Some houses do look like Bristol though I don't know why. They must have the same houses elsewhere! 

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

Such beautiful images in this Catherine. Really nice to see another poem from you too

 

Submitted by catherine poarch on

Thank you, Insert. That's really kind of you. I've been writing a story, struggling with poems more. But always nice to have one to mull over, isn't it?

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

This little gem of a poem is our Facebook and Twitter Pick of the Day

Please share/retweet if you enjoy it too

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Submitted by catherine poarch on

That's a surprise! But a very nice one. Thank you so much. And I love the photo. Thank you.

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

How magical your writing always is! This one sparkles right from the start 

"The air is bright with diamonds,

made of morning, made of frost"

your rhythm is like light bouncing off bright surfaces

and I loved "treetops/singing out across the street"

and I liked how you say "between" is a place, too. A special place because it holds peace, in the sparkling light

Beautiful poem :0)

Am longing to read your story, will be very special

 

Submitted by catherine poarch on

Di, as always, so kind. Thank you. Yes, between is a place, you are right. I was thinking that, how the road between places gives you some respite. Thank you, take care.

 

Submitted by TJW on

Reads like a lullaby.  Very good.

 

Submitted by catherine poarch on

That's lovely, thank you. Funnily enough, when I'm trying to sleep and I've got a poem on the go, I say it in my head and it definitely helps both working out the poem and getting to sleep. Thank you.

 

Submitted by marandina on

".. made of morning, made of frost.."

A beautiful, Zen-like poem with wonderful imagery. No surprise it was a Pick. Well deserved, too. Paul 

 

Submitted by catherine poarch on

That's so kind. Thank you, Paul. And have a lovely weekend. smiley