Country Longing

By CloudyOMuffin

Sun, 21 Jul 2013
  • 1103 reads
5 comments
 

I'm country longing.

Longing to go back to where I spent my happiest first years, perfectly content.

I'm country longing.

Longing to go back to the old ivy clenched tumbledown cottage, happily living.

I'm country longing.

Longing to go back to my attic bedroom, where the black spiders were my good, good friends.

I'm country longing.

Longing to play another shrill tune on the creaky floorboards which were my instruments.

Yes, I'm country longing.

Certificate U
Poem
Unclassified

Comments

Submitted by scratch on
I'm longing for your next poem cloudy! This is another very good piece of writing. I especially love the bit about the spiders and the floorboards as your instruments. The image of the ivy clenching the old cottage is absolutely delightful too. Keep going.

 

Submitted by Natalia on
I agree with scratch. The imagery here is pleasantly created and with attention to sensory detail. Well done! :)

Natalia :)

Submitted by blighters rock on
Lovely work, Cloudy, especially the floorboard keys.

 

Submitted by Canonette on
I wish we were there too Cloudy - you make it sound magical.

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on
Enjoyed, thanks. Interesting insights on childhood thoughts too. That kind of longing in Welsh is called 'hiraeth'. Rhiannon