Little-used public footpath
By Rhiannonw
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The sky is blue, the clouds are white,
the wind is sharp, the day is bright:
rolling farmland, views afar,
isolated church to park the car;
little-used paths can sometimes lose
a few needed signs, to easily confuse
the rambling walkers on their way,
and then a ditch-bridge succumbed to decay
(cling to its side and sidle across,
deep nettles thriving, and a bush to bash)
a sign points diagonally through a crop –
we’ll follow the hedges to the top,
but the next field is vast – can’t go around,
there’s a sort-of narrow path, can’t see the ground
on the bumps I sway, don’t want to squash the wheat
so try not to wobble on unsteady feet!
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Sounds like you were walking
Sounds like you were walking through a maze across that field Rhiannon. I think you were very brave to attempt it.
I love the rhythm and rhyme, it gave an up tempo beat to your poem.
Jenny.
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how DO you make rhyme seem
how DO you make rhyme seem so effortless??? :0)
I love side and sidle too. Like when you had shell and shelter in a previous poem, you illuminate language, it's like you find another dimension or extra sparkle for words?
The rhythm does sound very brisk on this walk! Only, why did you bash the bush?
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Apart from Gerard Manley
Apart from Gerard Manley Hopkins and you I don't know anyone who does consonant patterns like this, I love it, how poetry can be about sound too, the gaps and speed and rhythm and consonants. You are a composer
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