The Wet Land

By city316

Sun, 15 Oct 2017

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The wet land

The land is sodden, like a sponge

It cries to be wrung out

But its very heart is wet.

The sea flows from

Root to tip,

Burn to fell,

Crop and catch;

The bog oozes life -

It bleeds the sea

Permalink Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on Sun, 2017-10-15 17:19

Beautiful imagery in this!

That rogue apostrophe needs to be removed

Permalink Submitted by city316 on Mon, 2017-10-16 16:39

Those apostrophes... they get in everywhere, like fleas!

Thanks for the feedback!

Permalink Submitted by Rhiannonw on Mon, 2017-10-16 09:23

Very evocative of the feel of the sodden, saturated boggy land. Felt like the sea oozing up rather than the rain pelting down to fill it! Rhiannon

Permalink Submitted by city316 on Mon, 2017-10-16 16:41

Thank you. I wrote this after trudging around Shetland in a force 8 gale! They are islands designed for poetry!